The glass is battered
The glass is shattered
It is fragmented like the shards of ice
My reflection in the middle had a slice
Right through the middle; like the gap in my heart
That was opened by the one who wanted me apart
From them thus far; their opinion has not changed
For the devil and me had exchanged
Thoughts of revenge and hatred
But inside, I felt empathy for the one who degraded
Me to this form of darkness
Looking closer at the webs of cracks in the glass,
I saw myself shattered, akin to after rejection had passed
Turned away, nothing to do, alone and thoughtful
I pondered what could make me so unacceptable, so awful
That I deserved this, deduction from happiness…