• They came and smashed my plates
    the minute you were gone
    the pretty red and china
    They told me I was horrible and wrong

    They came with pointed fingers
    They came in with their Yelling
    They told me I was stupid
    As if I needed telling

    Throwing down each plate
    To remind me of my fate

    Broken shattered Porcelain
    Like the mental that state I was in

    I tried to wish away the horror
    of their bony wretched hands
    The touch ever caressing you
    as only guilt and sorrow can

    For a fortnight they went without
    smashing everything I was about

    They grabbed each piece you carefully laid
    and for each piece I dearly paid

    But though they did tear up my worth
    And deftly plant the seeds of doubt

    With those pieces they played and played

    Twisting every shade and sentence
    turning truth to nothing like it

    Making sure to be thorough
    Each new piece they deeply burrowed

    Into this soul they had newly broken
    like the plates I had just beholden

    And though I feared them once before
    When they'd broken down the door
    With the new tainted shards you'd left
    I am surely left bereft
    Now, made sure by sulking twins
    Doubt and sorrow lay within

    I will reach for nothing then
    For I hold only broken plates within.