i sit in a glass room full of wine glasses

everyone has these wine glasses, gorgeous, tall strong

what i have rolls around in my hand

matching the motions in my head until i feel sick

i look down to see if i can make it more than it is

if i stare, maybe it will become what i think it should be

all i have is a broken shot glass

its been cracked, shattered and poorly put back together

its got tacky writing across it..."wish you were here"

and everyone holds high these wine glasses, rimmed in gold and spotlessly sparkling in the light

i roll the shot around in my hand, try to scrub away the cracks

all i have is this broken shot glass

that someone poorly tried to put back together

and i sit in a room full of wine glasses.