Broken Gift

You took something that was once so beautiful to me Twisted it, manipulated it, made it ugly Then you turned around and gave it back Different, discarded, bruised, black And expected me to accept it the same As it always had been But it's not the same for me anymore I don't want or need it like I did before So now I'm giving it back to you Different, yes, but at least it is true But don't expect it to be the same I will never take it back again