Shattered

There's glass on the floor,
broken in tiny pieces
reflecting my image
in many different shapes.

I look at myself,
wondering what I did wrong,
wondering what happened.
All I can do is cry.

My heart feels like
the shattered glass,
my world has crumbled
down around my feet.

Scattered about the floor
in so many little pieces,
I don't know where to begin
to put myself together.