• I am alike a piece of glass.
    Broken, shattered.
    Cobb-webbed and un-wiped.
    Fuzzy and taped.
    You don't fix me.
    You just buy a new one.
    While I sit in the trash.
    He is venerated.
    I am despised.
    Evaded.
    The rain pours down on me.
    While you are roofed and tidy.
    Why do I suffer from some one else's mistake?