At times I feel like glass
Clear, easy to look past
Growing weary I'm cautious
On well worn paths

At times I feel like glass
All is well,
But my life is connected by cracks

At times I feel like glass
Open on the ground, shattered
I am paying a price
With a torn heart, bruised and battered
Pain is simply a vice

After these times, I don't feel like glass
But instead blip on the world
Bold and happy enough -like them, but gone in a flash