Smashed

He said I am smashed.

She said, I know you are.

I watched as you gathered the shattered pieces.

Collected, buried, the broken dreams,
of the life you thought would be rich,
complete.

You built the wall of glass
About the wounded shards
of your soul, your broken heart.

You hide behind the glass
Afraid it will shatter
If you bend too close to look.

Don't rap, on my fragile walls,
Don't stare too hard within.
These walls might splinter.

The illusion of the glass cage
falling, is slivers.
As my broken being
Smashes,
into the reality of my life.