Who am i?
I am a small piece of broken glass. Small enough to cut a finger but big enough to be noticed.
I have scars. does that make me..broken?
I am a piece of glass, unable to unite myself again with another piece of glass. But who am i to say i need to be united?
i am a piece of glass.
i can unite myself with only myself and my broken pieces.
Useless,scared and alone, but strong enough to live.
I am a piece of glass.
I am still here, on this ground.
I might be invisible to the eye, but to myself i am mighty.
I am not a piece of glass.
I am a full glass of water; water as clear as thin air; water which is as important as to survive.
I am an element of my own.
A glass, filled with water, ready to be useful in this cruel world.
I am a piece of glass, and i am the most important.