My glass heart beats slowly, trapped in my chest. My glass eyes stare penetrate your soul, peeling away the layers of your life. My glass feet pound away at the earth, running from you, kept moving by an intense fear.
I am transparent. No one knows me but no one cares. Invisible to the world, passed on the street, unnoticed and unknown.
I am cold. Heart frozen by a lost lover, soul frosted over by a layer of tears.
I am cruel. Sharp and heartless, tongue hurling vicious insults at you. I do not care of your feelings, I have enough of my own.
I am fragile. A strong facade lost in the wind, replaced with a quivering heap. Ready to shatter at the slightest touch, spirit splintering with the quietest word.
My tears fall, freezing as they touch my cold chest. I am like you, but I am different, overlooked, frozen, ruthless, weak. Something to lose, something to cherish.
I am glass, alone but loved, cold yet warm, strong yet weak. I am me, and nothing can change that.
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