The epitome of a shattered woman

I feel the shattered pieces of my soul, it shivers down my spine....

I knew I was broken but I insisted on throwing my completed unrealistic self to others....

To remain perfect in a world otherwise bold..to never give in,  even when you cant stand on your own two feet, that’s the words of a broken woman…

The one who revels in beauty created by mankind that rivals none, there is no perfection when even you insist....

We thrive on the current which exist in a universe which doesn’t, a place where emotions don’t exist and shedding tears is a crime, for a woman to embrace every empty broken shattered piece of herself….

When no matter what you feel, you smile and you insist…I am that woman....