she was not broken like the rest of us
her brokenness was all her own
and she didn't know what was scarier-
                                                        ­ being different or being alone.

she was not shattered like a mirror
she was shattered like glass
and i didn't know what was scarier-
                                                       her jagged edges or her past.

she was not fragile like a snowflake.
she was fragile like a bomb.
and i didn't know which was scarier-
                                                        ­  her explosion or her calm.