Broken glass, o’er the years.
Broken glass is,
To a child of four,
One scary moment,
Nothing more.
But later in life,
At the age of six,
A broken glass,
Is one you can’t fix.
By the time
That you reach eight,
If you break a glass,
You fear for your fate.
When mom gets angry,
And you are ten,
It’s one more you clean up,
In hopes she won’t get angry again.
Two years later,
And almost a teen,
Mom breaks the glasses,
Lately she’s mean.
You can’t take it anymore,
At only fourteen years old,
The broken glass slits your wrists,
Your weary heart’s gone cold.
Age 15