I realized as I lean on the misty glass,
Of the car window beside my cheeks
That a glass half full or half empty
Whether your optimist or pessimist
If it breaks everyone will see you differently

One will see a shattered glass and feel remorse
One will see a heart like piece and fall in love
One will see a mess on the floor and feel infuriated

Yet the common thing about them all
Is that whether your sad, happy or angry
A shattered piece is a shattered piece
It will cut you down and make you bleed