My heart has been shattered,
It has lain on the floor completely battered.
It has been stomped upon and it splattered,
To them, it never mattered.

My heart has been uplifted,
Pride was something it had been gifted.
It constantly shifted,
The suffering of my failure would be lifted.

My heart has been beaten,
Mangled and defeated.
It had been cheated,
Kicked to the ground and forgotten.

My heart has been kind,
It is naive and blind.
Always listening to the tasks that have been assigned,
Open, free, and would never decline.

My heart is alone,
Its has been pushed around like a stone.
It chooses kindness as a way to atone,
My heart is my own.