Like a broken dish, I long to be whole again, although iv been put back together, I'll never feel the same.
Much like a dish with a crack or chip in it I am still functional, but to others eyes im past over with one glance second to something brand new. I feel like iv been tossed aside, given to a second hand store, waiting for the one person to be drawn to my cracks, dings and chips and appreciate my beauty, until then ill wait here patiently.