Born To Shatter
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.
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.