The Broken GlassThis world is not the one I live in
When I am here it feels like broken glass into my pale skin
THEY throw it at me
I cry helplessly then I remember I can go far away
Only the wondrous are allowed here
the ones that never fail to fill me with warmth.
I try not to remember that all I see will never be reality
The man and woman happy together
with the perfect family
The man who loves his daughter and son and takes them wherever they want to go
and opens doors to beautiful worlds that complete their souls
They are always happy and filled with beautiful togetherness
But in the broken glass staring back
The man is sick, he likes to sip the bottle
The woman has taken them from him and replaces him with many
only to take them away to rebuild again
The daughter and son will never get it back
The daughter is so perfect.
She has perfect hair and weighs 108 pounds.
She has a face like in the magazines without a flaw in sight.