My World, My Words
The Vase
For almost 17 years I’ve tried to hide
A part of me this vase inside
Most people treat this vase with care and love
Putting it on a pedestal high above
But me in my different way
Have bounced, thrown, and tossed it away
Why others are clean and beautifully on display
Mine is dirty chipped and cracked
And shows signs of where I’ve tried to put it back
Together and make it whole again
But I didn’t have the help of one friend
Family member or one who claimed they cared
So I grabbed each piece with my hands bare
As the glass cuts my fingers I can only stare
In horror I run my finger through my hair
Wondering how I let it fall
Wondering how I lost it all
And in the back of my mind I hear a voice call
“put the glass down, leave the vase alone
you’ll never be able to put it together on your own
and no one will help you young or grown
they claim the care and will be there for you
but when your in need their colors aren’t true
you try to get there attention with your desperate call
but they ignore you, shun you , they act like a wall
they only want to see your pain, not you have fun
so be like them, turn your back, walk away and be done”
for some reason I took the advise of the voice
and I look back on the life changing choice
never looking my family or friends in the face
only staring at the ground, at the broken vase
A part of me this vase inside
Most people treat this vase with care and love
Putting it on a pedestal high above
But me in my different way
Have bounced, thrown, and tossed it away
Why others are clean and beautifully on display
Mine is dirty chipped and cracked
And shows signs of where I’ve tried to put it back
Together and make it whole again
But I didn’t have the help of one friend
Family member or one who claimed they cared
So I grabbed each piece with my hands bare
As the glass cuts my fingers I can only stare
In horror I run my finger through my hair
Wondering how I let it fall
Wondering how I lost it all
And in the back of my mind I hear a voice call
“put the glass down, leave the vase alone
you’ll never be able to put it together on your own
and no one will help you young or grown
they claim the care and will be there for you
but when your in need their colors aren’t true
you try to get there attention with your desperate call
but they ignore you, shun you , they act like a wall
they only want to see your pain, not you have fun
so be like them, turn your back, walk away and be done”
for some reason I took the advise of the voice
and I look back on the life changing choice
never looking my family or friends in the face
only staring at the ground, at the broken vase
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The Vase
The Vase
