Tiny shards of broken glass
Scattered around the empty room
The room destroyed by the child's anger
The posters on the wall
Ripped to shreds
The furniture in shambles
The child, floating above the disaster
Surveys peaceful nature scenes
Outside the imploded windows
Wishing her world was as beautiful
But they say the eyes are
The windows to the soul
So how could your soul be beautiful
When all you've seen your entire life
Is violence?