Broken Glass


He was perfect
Without any broken piece
But his gleam was disgusting
This gleam was me
An ugly girl
A person with big knees
Someone without hope
Without confidence
A soul who just expect to be perfect
Perfect
Even for a day
Two hours
Everywhere they was these beautiful girls
They were thin,fine, graceful and elegant
I was jealous
I was in tears
Because never of my life I will be able to be like that
Never
I was destined to remain like that
I was young
I tried to be perfect
It never worked
And one day
I have broken this mirror
And then I smiled

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