Tapestry

I’m like a sewn together tapestry
of ripped apart cloth
a mosaic of broken glass
from past shattered plates
people picked me apart
but I had to put myself back together
left alone to learn how to sew
I’m like a tapestry hung high on the wall
with the seems desperately concealed
a disco ball that shines so bright for everyone else 
but is broken for herself

 
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gracebats

VT

18 years old

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