Born To Shatter

Photo by Jilbert Ebrahimi on Unsplash

Created in the image,
of another,
without a soul,
just a clear glass tile.

Paper thin my size,
You keep looking,
at me through,
your eyes.

Let me correct,
You look through me,
I am expendable,
for I am dependable.

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Human Being | Writes about Personal Development | Pens Poetry Posthaste | Subscribe at https://seizetheday.substack.com

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