Glasses, shattered in pieces,
Each time, I pick it up,
Looking for a way to the releases
I reflect and see how I can do better in each lesson.
I look into the broken mirrors and see my reflection.
Is this the person who I want to see?
Or is she just a master at hiding her pain and being a queen Bee?
It has become so automatic.
I don't want others to truly know what's going on inside my head.
that I sometimes struggle, with the wish that I was dead.
So I smile, laugh, and put on a show.
They'll never know that I too, feel low.
Artwork by: Suree Sompamitwong
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