ShatterA frame of glass reflects the light
The same painted mask proudly on display,
The same mirage they see each day
Blinding with its golden splendour
Its colourful array.
But hidden out of sight
Are all the things left unsaid
The thoughts left unspoken
Fragments of their former self
Shards of something broken.
Something damaged, first something whole
Each day their words took their toll
The paint is chipping away.
The bottle breaking at each word they say,
A crack here, a fracture there
Until it's far too much to bear
And finally it shatters