I believe that we are all as fragile as glass some are harder to break than others every time we struggle with our emotions and go through something painful a piece of us breaks sometimes people help us put our pieces back together sometimes we have to pick the pieces ourselves sometimes we cut people with our pieces even when we didn't mean to and we break and put our pieces back together and we're left with the cracks with every break we become more fragile but it matters how you put the pieces back together if you're stronger or not I believe this is how everyone lives life
(as fragile as glass) this is a novel were I turn my emotions and thoughts into poetry I find beauty in my tragedy

As Fragile As Glass

When do I get to be happy that's the question I want the answer to so bad it's hard to suffer and watch everyone else be happy I'm happy for my sister because she has friends because she has a life because she has someone who likes her and she likes that person back I'm happy for her but I want to know when do I get to be happy when will I get to have friends who accept me for who I am who understands me when do I get to have someone who likes me when do I get to feel happy when do I get to have a life I just want to know when do I get to be happy


When Do I Get To Be Happy