(This was an assignment for English. It was supposed to be an ode to myself, celebrating the ways in which I am amazing and praiseworthy. I had some trouble, but this is what I came up with.)

I can’t do this.

I can’t celebrate
this mess that I’ve become.

What can I say?

I was young,
I was ignorant.

I thought the world
would smile back.

Now I’m shattered,
rocking back and forth
on the floor 
of this cage that I built.

It’s all in my mind
all the time,
I’m not perfect.

If I’m not perfect
then I’ve failed.

I’m failing now,
this wasn’t the assignment,
but this is who I am.

I am broken glass
on the floor,
be careful where you step,
I don’t want you
to get hurt.

At least broken glass
still glitters.

Before you toss me out
hold me to the light,
see I still shine.

I may be shattered,
but I still shine.