Broken Glass

Broken Glass

My heart is made out of glass,
My emotions are fragile.
There are elation tests I cannot pass,
Because I cannot find my smile.

Along with a glass heart,
I also have paper skin.
Try to rip and tear me apart,
Then more agony will begin.

Things in life are so complicated,
And there are so many to recall.
There are so many things I hated,
But so much to list them all.

Let's just say I grew up with pain,
I grew up with torment.
My tears fall like they're rain,
And so much torture I underwent.

Have you ever feel shattered into pieces?
I know I do, it hurts so well.
As the amount of shards increases,
More and each has a sad story to tell.

The fault is theirs and yours, too,
The ones that brought me into this mess.
The torture you decided to do
On me and my elation turns less.

Just because I'm not made out of stones
Nor am I made out of diamonds,
Doesn't mean you should break my bones
With claws of tigers, bears and lions.

Do you even know how I feel?
Look at the tears in my eyes!
Did you know that this pain is real?
No, you think it's a bunch of lies.

You decided to keep hurting me,
You're nothing but bullies and haters.
I beg you, please leave me be,
Now! And don't make it later.

If only you understand my harm
And everything I went through,
I wouldn't have these scars on my arms
And these marks of black and blue.

If only you know how it feels
To be victimized, just like me,
If only you understand what is real,
It's me you might see.

As I show up with a glass heart,
You will definitely hear and see
Me being terribly broken apart...
And sympathy with guilt you will be.

How does it feel to be like broken glass?