You are surrounded by people,
Vain and empty.
You reflect others but retain nothing. You have nothing to offer except flickers of images.
You absorb darkness but can't hold light.
You are surrounded by people,
Vain and empty,
When your glass is intact and their reflections aren't distorted.
You remain vain and empty.
People use you for an SOS when they're lost
And drop you when they're found. You're used and broken.
Once you crack your shards are tossed to the side.
No amount of glue can put you back together
Once you're used and broken.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
You are surrounded by people,
Vain and empty.
You reflect others but retain nothing. You have nothing to offer except flickers of images.
You absorb darkness but can't hold light.
You are surrounded by people,
Vain and empty,
When your glass is intact and their reflections aren't distorted.
You remain vain and empty.
People use you for an SOS when they're lost
And drop you when they're found. You're used and broken.
Once you crack your shards are tossed to the side.
No amount of glue can put you back together
Once you're used and broken.
I can't even write anymore
