Shattered Glass

The symbolism of glass
Gets to me sometimes
Its ability to pain
And how it  
Presistently remains
Poetry encompasses
The power of that shard
It envelopes all my meaning
And leaves behind ugly scars
But today the glass really shattered
Among the toys and litter
And the taste it left inside my mind
Was disgusting, sour, and bitter
And the poetry
Not severe
Not as potent
When I really was able to fear
But where were you
When the shards
Really gouged a hole inside of me
You were pretending again
Wishing you were someone else
Who had never met me