by Rebecca
Clear
Shiny
Calm
My little glass jar
Perfect role model
No wining
No complaints
Does as it’s told
Held by others
Not a care in the world
But then
One day
It breaks
Digging into all who held it
Targeting the ones who cared
Leaving scars
To never heal
Those who wouldn’t touch it
Those who hated with no reason
Are left
Not a scar
Not a scratch
Not a care
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