Hello broken world,
Hello shattered mirror,
Hello disregarded things,
even hello to the things unseen.
When no one else sees you I do, because we both have something in common the part of us that is incomplete and can never be fixed,
that no matter the glue or psychiatrist nothing can make it the same,
but that's okay,
that's what I learnt all this years,
when I wallowed in a misery,
that my pain was just part of life's game, and if I was going to be broken at least I could be happy to say I was the one china doll that did not get thrown away,
even if it was me that kept me from the trash it's something,
to be breathing moving along with life's beat with a smile on my face,
even if yes sometimes the pain returned I'd do anything to see someone smile.
The genuine happiness that brought the positively I needed to make it.
So hello,
to everything that represents me,
because I can be the glass that cuts your feet or the mirror who makes things be seen clearly.