A broken heart.

I dedicate this poem to reggie.

siting,staring
tears sliding down my face
thn suddenly bursting into tears
uncontrolable

i look at myself in the mirror
a person full of wrong stares back at me.

a person who cant get anything right.

i work harder and harder each time
but only to get pushed into the gutter
again
over and over
ervytime hope fills my body
like a ball of joy
some one picks it up
holds it
plays with it
then get there hands and quish and trample it until there is nothing left
but a broken heart
alone, again
ready to be pick up by some one els
to trample again and again.