I once stayed in a broken house

I once stayed in an old broken house.
I never knew why it was broken
or whether it was my fault.
Maybe, it was the windows with holes in the
maybe, it was the door of of it's hinges
Maybe, It was the roof caving in.
Maybe, it was the cat running around
chasing the mouse.
Round and around they would run.
Until one day, the mouse hit a stand…
And the cat hit it too.
There was a beautiful vase on that stand
that was broke into a million pieces.
It was at that moment I realized
That just like that vase…
I was broken as well.