Stained glass.

A fetus
No more than two days old stays in the womb
a piece of glass being molded
and molded
and molded
as the fetus grows into a child
and molded
and molded
child grows into teen
and molded
and molded
each new friend a stain on the glass
each new memory a stain on the glass
each new day
each new crush
each new class
each new love
each new anything
becomes a stain on the glass
bullet proof glass
stained by memories
stained by life
yet bullet proof glass claims unbreakable
so why am I so cracked
shatter me
till the colors mingle so much they make brown
shatter me
till no more glass is left in the frame
because a world without the old colors means a new window can be made
but it keeps shattering
each new window
shattered

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