by mandaceehb

Don’t give me a hand-me-down of your broken self 

Begging for rescue when you’re in shards of past experiences 

Fix yourself 

And don’t say you can’t when we all do

Tears have must have blinded and blurred your eyes

To have let you miss 

The cracks that hide in our fitted fragments


Eventually you must come to realise

That our smiles are but fragile porcelain lifted by lies