Shard of Broken Glass

No one else sees me; they look right beyond

or step on or squish me, then expect apology

for now there are footsteps of blood on the lawn

How dare such an inconvenience be caused by me

I can't breathe, but can't let her see

There's a war going on inside of me

She asks if I'm okay and I don't give a straight answer

I'm tired, just empty, not feeling quite alright...

There's nothing she can do. For what's inside her,

then what's inside me, it's distorted without right light

I'll try to act okay, she sees right through this act;

I'm as transparent as a shard of broken glass

Author's Note

I appreciate constructive criticism/feedback :)