Easily Broken

You're so fragile,

If I touch you, you'll break.

If I reach out to you, you'll break.

If I speak to you, you'll break.

You're like a glass person.

I can see right through you.

I can see that you're heart has been shattered.

I don't see, however, what's in the foggy brain of yours.

You claim to hate me, yet you're always running back.

Sure, you're glass body may be different,

But no need to cause scars. 

I know I can't see life through you're glass eyes,

and to feel with your glass heart.

But don't push me away.

The last thing you need is to be alone.

We can turn the glass to skin, like the rest of us.

Then, you'll be stronger.

Then, the scars will go away.

And, finally, you can accept yourself. 

But do you want to be everyone else?