glass

Little Glass Girl.  

Little glass girl. Spun from the most delicate of pieces. Made strong through refining fires. Little glass girl. Wearing your chips and scratches like medals from the wars you have been through. Little glass girl. Meant to be treasure but thrown on the shelf and forgotten. Covered in dust and the ruins of forgotten memories. 

Little glass girl. 

Taken down from the shelf. Meant to reflect the light and shine but the cracks take the light. Taken down for play. A game you weren't built to play. Little glass girl. Bigger chips. Deeper cracks. Glass can't heal and it can't be fixed. It just exists, broken. On the verge of being shattered but you can't even fall apart.

 Little glass girl. 

What were you even created for? Not built for play. No longer whole enough to draw smiles of awe. Dreaming of the memory you created of when you mattered and held your own head high. Little glass girl. A lost soul. A misfits among the misfits. Your face frozen. Your tears can't slip out. Your mouth sealed shut and hiding your cries. This is how you were made. 

Little glass girl.

 Meant to be something beautiful. Meant to sit with the treasures. Meant to be. Your were meant to be something. What are you now? Little glass girl. Scratched, cracked, broken. Beauty dimmed by these marks. To you these marks meant something grand. In your trapped heart these made you shine even brighter. But you were meant to just shine. These marks cost you hope. These marks cost you your place of belonging. You can't cover them. Glass doesn't fix. Glass doesn't move. You live on the whim of others hands. You exist based on their thoughts. 

Little glass girl.

 Broken by the hands of careless owners. Allowed to be covered in dust by those that didn't even see you. Mocked for the cracks and breaks you didn't cause. A treasure that's lost its worth. Little glass girl. Spun from the most delicate pieces. Made strong through the refining fire. 

Little glass girl.