Broken glass

Comments

makaylamayes

Some people are like broken glass,

Once you step on them you are cut and can never heal back the same.

Poisoned by their reassuring words, they draw you in closer. 

Making that cut deeper, you want them even more.

You try to step away, but the damage is already done. 
Now you walk around dropping pieces of glass for everyone else to step on. 
The cycle of terror is never ending. 
More people are tortured by the glass but little do they know it's only a figment of their imagination. 
Condemned to things we don't believe in, persecuted for things we didn't do.
I bet you're wondering who drops the glass, well let me tell you something, that person is you. 

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741