I’ve gashed myself into tiny pieces To show my worth, to the people who I once called mine. Who left me wandering alone like a lost puppy on the street. Promised to show me some love and care, yet showed me hell. Pushed me and broke me into versions which I didn’t knew existed of me, and blamed me for having certitude towards them. They wore masks like dancers wear expressions, caressed every inch of me, and revered my soul without realising the loathe they’ll be getting the wind of when a little crack inside me breaks and compels them to exhort for grace. Foolishly they reached out to destroy and wreck me, forgetting in the process that the ardour they cleft into morsel will later on fill itself with shine and set fire to their eyes.