I am made of glass
The smallest impact and I shatter
So delicate, so easy to break
When you see this piece of glass
Do you wish to preserve its beauty?
Or do you see that it is weaker than you?
One swift movement and it is broken
Does it feel good?
Looking at those shattered remains?
Knowing that you were strong enough to destroy it so easily?
I hope you feel proud
But one day, you will realize
No matter how much glass you break, it will never put your pieces back together