It hurts, I know.
To look yourself in the eyes- it’s a chore.
You think something is wrong-it’s not, at least, not with you.
It’s hard, I know.
To look at the world through broken glass, the fragments take you away from the bigger picture.
you’re worried, I know.
you think you’ll never see it- you will.
The world is what you make it. take those fragments and make the world new.
When you’re done, it’ll look messy close-up.
You’re scared, I know.
Take a few steps back and see the world you made.
I promise it’ll be better than you’d ever expect.