Shattered

I don't have a name.

I have a glass heart

And a ceramic soul.

I'm fragile.

I break easily.

Some days, I'm shattered.

That's all there is to me.

Please don't make me

Anymore shattered

Than I already am.

I don't have a home.

My body is that of

A China cup.

My mind is lined with

Silver, like a delicate

Plate, so don't make

Me anymore

Shattered than

I already am.