broken glass stares at me
showing shattered bits
of my reflection
with all imperfections
standing there
no one stops to talk to me
no one seems to care
as I silently disappear
I am cut and slashed
by the broken glass
my eyes bleed
and no on pays heed.
still I grow and I heal
but no one see my change
they remember my reflections
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem