Plate
I’m like a broken plate
That you threw on the ground
Because you were upset
But no matter what you do
You can never fix it
Even if you glue it back together
It will always have the cracks.
Every insulting word tossed
Toward my fragile conscience
Makes me hate myself more
And another crack will form.
And when I’ve been shoved
One too many times
I always break down
And start to cry
Even though I don’t want to
Even though I hate it
And it makes me want to die.
And I’m a plate that won’t
Just be thrown away
Because I pull myself together
With the strength of my wit
Even though the cracks
Are more obvious
Than I’d like to admit.
(2013)
