My image cut by shards of glass.
Through this will I ever be able to pass?

And see my way onto the other side.
And by the laws of “normal” man abide?

Life has broken and cut me this way,
Taunted and teased by what they say.

Will I ever get my whole self together again?
And will I truly be able to be happy then?

When the shards are all together again,
Will I be comfortable in my own skin?