I feel more mature now.
I feel older than before.
After you broke me,
I changed.
I became more bitter.
But it felt bittersweet.
Could something good come out of this incident?
You see,
now I'm like glass.
Under a lot of pressure,
I became strong.
You won't be able to hurt me again.
Yet, glass is still brittle.
If you break me again,
I won't be able to be fixed,
no matter how much glue you use.
There will still be cracks.