Broken Glass

I was untouched Beautiful glass Fragile, but pure Until something happened to me And I shattered I no longer knew anything Except for how to break How to fall apart People tried their best to help me Some believed That they could fix me And I could be the same as I was before They fit the various pieces together Even glued a few that seemed to fit well But eventually All grew tired and frustrated With the tedious process of piecing glass back together It was too much work for them I Wasn't worth the effort When they gave up The pieces they had tried to put back in place Fell out of their hands And broke Into smaller pieces I once thought that you could only break something once I was wrong Glass can break Over and over Again, and again Until you can no longer recognize What it used to look like What it used to be