Dancer's defect

sigh....

I'm dancing on strings,
So easily broken by you.
I'm spinning on thread,
So simply cut by you.
I'm living in a dream,
So simply made by you.
Don't you know?
I'm trying with..
a broken past
a locked up heart
a incomplete soul.
Yes I'm a defective thing.
I'm made of glass,
as you shatter me.
All this you knew,
All this you know.
And that's what hurts most

Author's Note

your reviews are much helpful :')

Reviews

[bookreader]

I just wish we never gave people the power to hurt us so bad. I hope its just a poem, but unfortunately its the way many of us live. I would have loved you to give a positive tinge to the poem at the end. As you have mentioned in some other poem, we always have a choice. I wish this choice was reflected in this one too.

[The Revisionist]

I'm glad you noticed, it was one of the main points I started this poem. I gave this poem a more negative course of choice as all of us do tend to sometimes choose that way to live and I agree with you, I wish we never give people that power. Thank you very much for your review :)

[TheHubbleNation]

This is a really nice little poem :) Well Done!

[The Revisionist]

thank you very much :))