i am glass
i am shattered
i am invisible
i don’t matter
i am glass
i am pained
i am broken
i am stained.
see through me
as if i were a window
press against me
don’t care if your spindle—
—- like fingers
will shatter my
shattering soul
because what am i but glass?
i am all alone.
i am forgotten
i am see-through
so don’t even care
how much you will hurt me
with your glaring stare
don’t worry if you
ghosting me is ok
because why wouldn’t it be?
for glass that is stained.
punch through my heart
like a knife to my skin
don’t care if you hurt me
— i’m just like my kin!
i will shatter
i will part
i will break
and fall apart
but what does it matter
i’m only just glass