every movement altering design
can’t you see that what you do
is forever branded on my bruised tender mind
i am broken shards of colored glass
shapes and hues too numerous to count
reflected by mirrors in the faces
of people all around
what they see is genuine
they just don’t understand
that the colors i reflect are changed
with the touch of every hand
my brokenness betrays me
it’s easy to see it’s so
just look into my eyes
you’ll see that i’m alone
what once was born complete
now lies shattered at your feet
