WillowTree1414

Shattered

Once strong and steady

The glass lay on the ground.

A million pieces of one object that used to be

Red, Blue, Black

Scattered, Broken, Shattered

A broken statue

And the worst part:

It wasn't a kid who broke me.

 

 

Comments4

  • SilentLaugh

    I know how you feel. Im always blamed for my parents problems! I almost moved to my grandmothers house. But I worked mine and my parents problems but showing how I felt. I talked to my family and formulated a solution, now we are stronger that ever. how old are you. If you are 16 you may be able to leave if you want to. Hope you fell better! :P

    • WillowTree1414

      lol im still just a young teenling.

      • SilentLaugh

        like 13? Im 15 so if you are younger than me and write this kind of petry, well, id have to admit defet! :D

      • Tony36

        Great write

      • BRIAN & ANGELA

        WELCOME WILLOW ~ THANKS FOR YOUR FIRST POEM ~ First let me say it has great structure ~ and (although so so tragic) an important subject ~ about a broken Spirit. If I had a KID who got a C in Science I would buy them a GIFT and tell all he NEIGHBOURS ! Did you MOM ever do Science and if so i bet she got a D ! Moms can be so so cruel when it comes to GRADES. What does she expect you got her GENES ! And TEACHERS are even worse ~ what do they teach them at Teacher College to TORTURE the Kids and break their Spirits. My PARENTS encouraged me ~ even when i got a D which i often did. Teachers should be ENCOURAGERS ~ not SPIRIT BREAKERS ~ You tell them that next time they put you down ! Thanks for sahring ~ BRIAN. Please check my poems ~ Thanks B

      • P.H.Rose

        Great poem,
        Believe me when
        I say this, being
        Young can bloody
        Suck.. my childhood
        Was about as worst
        As you can get.
        Evil step father
        Being racially abused
        Every day at school,
        Literally no where to
        Go and find peace.
        How I got through
        It all was I took the
        Negatives as fuel.
        Became someone
        Non of them thought
        I could....but I would
        Bet my life there's people
        Worst off than i was.
        It may not seem it now
        But it can get better
        As you grow...only you can
        Do it.....sorry for preaching..
        Really good poem!!!!!



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