I am nothing that they see
and they will never see through me
becuase these shattered fears
lay like broken glass
and if I dare step forward
I will be cut by my past.

These shards of my former self
have fallen from the frame
and not any kind of glue
can piece them togather again
Stuck in the middle of this sharp mess
that blankets the ground like snow
theres nowhere left to step
or anywhere to go.

I will not move until I see
that the glass is not separate
but a part of me
I am what sticks and pricks the skin
and in time sharp edges will not fade
but I will learn not to be afraid
To step forward no matter the cost
to prove to myself
that I am not beaten, I have not lost.