Once I broke the trust they had
I regret breaking a pickle jar
I’ve seen others break bonds
I know that others break plates
Watched them try to piece them together again
Imagine they try to piece them together again
I’ll probably break my own heart
I worry I’ll break as many plates someday
They’ll watch as I try to pick the broken pieces back up
They’ll watch as I try to pick my broken self back up
I can’t break glass ceilings
I worry I won’t break down walls
I don’t think I’ll ever need to
I worry now I am expected to
I knowingly broke a friendship
I unwillingly broke the rules
I listened to others and followed them
I watched them leave and couldn’t follow them
I never want to break away
I hope I can break a heart