Shards of Glass

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

just another poem i scribbled down on the whim of a moment...

Im judged all the time
Eyed and categorized
Who I am
By the broken glass of what I look like
On the outside
My imperfections
Forming a sheet of glass
Stopping you from seeing who I really am
Everyone’s assumpsions and judgments
Mold the glass into my soul
And I become
The glass
The person everyone expects
The one who everyone wants
The one that is not me
Become a being made of nothing
But the expectations of others
So I will be a person that’s not me
I breathed my last
And will never be again.

Submitted: March 04, 2009

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Great poem mate. It was great cause people are always judgemental of me; because of the so-called crappy way I dress. I don't wear many expensive clothes cause I really don't give a crap. But then again, I don't give a crap what people think about me period. I loved this, I'll definitley check out some more of your work later. Well done mate, cheers.

Fri, March 13th, 2009 3:01pm


thanks :)
yea i rarely give a crap, but i just dress "crappy" cuz i think its better to be unique. :P
i appericate the comment and im glad u liked it

Fri, March 13th, 2009 11:46am

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