Shattered fragments
Sharp at the edges
Scattered on magnets
Untidy and unwhole
Missing pieces in my soul
I never please those who come to me
They hate the reality of what they see
For the only thing I can really offer them is
A reflection of their broken selves in my broken image
But if I can reflect You,
It makes it all worthwhile.
If it's Your beauty that shines,
No matter how broken my smile,
Then my existence is persistence
And your sustenance is my deliverance.
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