Broken Screen

Screens made of glass, fragile and delicate.

If yours isn't shattered then you're rather fortunate.

Every slight crack intertwined with another.

Shards of glass, but your scared to tell your mother.

For the fear that you'll be in trouble, or she won't understand.

No one around to hold your hand.

In a way, aren't we all a broken screen?

Just hiding our cracks so they won't be seen.

We try to hide the shattered glass.

We do our best just to pass.

In the end, life is mean.

And we're all just a broken screen.