There are pieces missing from me.
Shattered once, twice, thrice
Pieces lie on the ground
I can't put them back where they were
I put myself back together
But I can't make all the pieces fit
Are they still me?
Are they still a part of me?
Or are they you?
Did I steal a part of you
To make the glue
So I could still move
In this world of pain I inhabit
These pieces glitter in the light
But I can't tell if it's gold or pyrite
That makes them shine
And there's silver running through
All my soul's tarnished gold
Holding these tawdry pieces together
Is the silver me, a different me?
Or is it you?