Broken Pieces

I see that as you stare

You are empty

I see that you look at me as if I am not there

You see nothing

You stare at my face 

And hands

And clothes

What are you thinking?

Do you think I am well off?

Do you think I am afraid?

Do you think that I am on my last days?

I am not put together

I can not be glued

Nor sown

Nor stitched

Nor taped

I am a broken piece of glass

Shattered and misplaced

I am a broken piece of glass






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