Shattered Pieces

Tue, 10/16/2018 - 11:47 -- KaleeJo

I am shattered glass

I am shards covering the floor

Fools throw Elmers glue at me

I stare in disbelief

Elmer's glue

“We can’t help you if you’re not willing to help yourself,” they say

“I can’t use elmers glue, it’s not enough,”

“It is enough if you try,”

Fools

I try

I’ve been trying my entire life

I was shattered long ago

I taped myself together

But I wasn’t the same

I was full of cracks

I was told I wasn’t doing it right

So I fell apart again

I tried to use your weak glue

But just a poke made every piece fall and break into more pieces

Just because now you are the one handing me the glue

Doesn’t make it more effective

Your words aren’t sticky

They won’t help

Your understanding

Will not make it better

I am beyond repair

Every single piece of me

Is too small

To fit somewhere

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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