Glass
You grip me in your hand
Holding onto my glass tight as if you knew it would be the last time you'd ever hold me.
With a smile on your face you throw me on the ground
Just to see if I'd break
and when I shattered
You.
You. Laughed; as if I was your favorite comedian.
Just to get up when you are done laughing at my jokes.
You just left me there
Shattered into a million pieces.
Just to see if there was anyone around with enough patience and glue to put me back together.
Let's just say I am glad it wasn't you.
This poem is about:
Me
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