pieces

[inksmears]

When I fall
I shatter
And they step upon
the pieces.
When she falls
they scatter
hot glue in hand
and piece her back together
so she can once again stand.
She sparkles and shines anew
and I remain.
They sweep me up
underneath the rug
and I remain.

I will never be that thing
who they pick up when I fall.
I will never be that thing.
I will never be that thing.
If only I could accept
I will never be that thing.