Shattered

Glasses, shattered in pieces,

Each time, I pick it up,

Looking for a way to the releases

I reflect and see how I can do better in each lesson.

I look into the broken mirrors and see my reflection.

Is this the person who I want to see?

Or is she just a master at hiding her pain and being a queen Bee?

It has become so automatic.

I don't want others to truly know what's going on inside my head.

that I sometimes struggle, with the wish that I was dead.

So I smile, laugh, and put on a show.

They'll never know that I too, feel low.

Artwork by: Suree Sompamitwong