Mosaic

Like a fixture on the wall I'm nailed in only to look pretty If I slant, I will be fixed But the scratches on the wall will remain a flaw Permanently viewed to make you think But the perception is misread to the viewers thought If I fall, I may be broken Swept away into the garbage and reframed and hung back up But I'll never be the same again, no matter what you do Because that broken glass belonged to me and will never be forgotten