Picture perfect outside
dying morsel on the inside
tiny cracks showing in glass
reflecting a broken person

Weathered down by a n unjust world
it tries to keep me down
but I just pick myself up again
adding more cracks t o my already cracked soul

Adding more wear and tear over time
involuntarily giving away pieces of my heart
stolen by unworthy boys
yearning to be loved for me

No solitary affection towards my body
but towards my yearning heart
giving, but also taking
piecing my heart back together like a puzzle