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Nov 2013
Why are you so mean to me
What did I do to you
Am I not part of this family
Don't I deserve respect too

I feel like a piece of glass
Shattered from a mirror
Of my awful past
So I put on my mask

And I hide from you
You will not find me
I am now someone new

I cut you on the finger
As you try to clean the mess that you caused
And you try to ignore your flaws

You broke me
I'm shattered
I'm torn
And tattered

I am fragile
I am broken
I am a piece of glass
Just waiting for this torture to pass
Natasha Smith
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Natasha Smith  Maine
(Maine)   
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