Transplant
Shattered like pieces of broken glass,
a bullet through a window
my mind falls apart.
Dust collects on the shards
now disconnected
my intellect a mess
I struggle to be whole.
Words of criticism imprision me
their judgement falls upon me
swinging blindly with fists of anger and arrogance
they knock me to the floor.
But unlike the glass that remains
broken forever,
I somehow am able
to put myself back together.
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