Broken | Teen Ink


June 12, 2012
By mdoering PLATINUM, Phoenix, Arizona
mdoering PLATINUM, Phoenix, Arizona
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Favorite Quote:
“Sure, I can talk like you, but I choose not to, It's like an art, you know? Picasso had to prove to the world he could paint the right way, before he goes putting both eyes on the side of a face... See if you paint wrong because that's the best you can do, you just a chump. But you do it because you want to? Then you're an artist...You can take that to the grave and dig it up when you need it.”
― Neal Shusterman, Unwind

Broken as glass, you leave me.
Never a mending hand in sight
Always watching me with spite
Never seeing me as right
You’ve made my heart as black as night
I cannot see
I cannot move,
All the things I wouldn’t do,
The hidden hells I could not see
Are pooling at my feet.
And you are the one to blame.
It is you that carries the stain.
Of crushing my petals in the palm of your hand
Because their color displeased you
Because “My words never ring true”
And because I don’t understand you.
But nobody does.
You’ve made sure of that.
And now the only one willing to try
Is broken and battered like glass.

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