I am like glass,
easy to see through,
so easily missed,
so fine yet so tranparent,
so easily break,
so fragile.
Those pieces are scattered,
every piece is my reflection,
my pieces of me,
little by little I pick,
suddenly I see red,
how beautiful it is.
Red like my heart,
that glass is tainted,
bits of flest stuck on it,
each drop is my testimony,
each is my blood.
These pieces are pretty under the light,
they have their sparkle as well,
yet I see them fading,
to nothing.
My heart of glass,
so weak and fragile,
don't come close,
I''m afraid I would shatter and break,
if I do i can't piece myself,
I can't touch such sharp edges,
I am scared to shatter.
I am like glass,
please don't come near,
stay away,
far away as you can,
I think I will go now,
and keep my heart of glass,
lock and key,
so don't come near and farewell.
