Screaming in the dark and keep everything inside when it hard,
Laughing in the bright and everything is nothing than a usual life offer.
In the mask and a fake smile,
I am willing to do everything to make my self always look OK.
Then I meet the day when I know how exactly would break me.
I am a glass and would be nothing when I am become a piece.
Even when someone come and bring me a expensive glue.
I am still a piece and not a glass anymore.
When it hard, try to stand up and make up.
Try as hard as hell to make everything look OK.
And deep inside…
Really deep inside where there is nobody know,
I am a broken glass and wouldn’t be fixed.
The glass look perfect in people eyes,
Because they didn’t see close enough that this glass have a little scar.
They enjoy the glass and say that was a beautiful glass,
When the pressure is more highes, the scar start to break.
And in second, the glass become the piece.
The glass break and start to hurt everything around.
The piece went everywhere and hurt everyone around.
No people willing to put them back together.
No people bring glue and try to fix the glass.
They just let it break and put it into trash.
One day,
A poor woman come and find the good piece of that glass.
She took all the piece in trash together and see it close enough.
She know the piece is strong and sharp.
Rather than she stick them together to be a useless glass,
She start to make something else with the piece.
She then make the piece into a mirror,
With a lot of effort, she try to make that piece being useful again.
She not giving up even when the piece hurt her hand,
She not listen when people say that was a broken piece and can’t be fixed.
So,
She do everything, she put everything together,
And the good mirror is ready to serve her.
She look at that mirror and her tears start to fall out.
She look at her self and she see a woman who stand in front of her.
The woman in front of her is look exactly like her.
The woman do exact thing like this poor woman do.
And the mirror become her best friend to tell her everything true about her.
She carry away with the mirror,
She show every inch of her story and face to the mirror.
The mirror didn’t judge her like other people do,
The mirror didn’t complain for every her problem and story,
The mirror just listen and didn’t pretend.
She cry, then the mirror see her tears and do the same.
She happy, then the mirror do the same too.
The mirror become the true of herself.
Starting from useless piece, then the piece become everything.
Our life is like a glass.
It beautiful, can carry everything and still look perfect.
Then, one thing or another. The glass start to break.
The glass break and become a piece.
It hurt, it look useless.
It look like a trash.
Are you willing to be that poor woman ?
Are you willing to put all the piece together again, and try to fixed them ?
Are you want to try no matter what happen ?
