While I am not made of stones, I am not made of glass either.
While I am shattered, I am not made of shattering things.
I am a shattered thing in and of itself.
I was never whole.
My pieces are spread out and have jagged edges.
But I can not easily be more broken.
You tread around me carefully like I am a ticking time bomb.
I don't want you careful condolences.
I don't want reality's calculating sad faces.
I WANT YOU.
I don't want the person who you show to the world.
I don't want the person that doesn't cry because it makes you feel weak.
