Body Of Glass

I see your reflection but not the real you , it hurts, where does it hurt? I can't sense the pain.. is all Just a body of glass ... I can't touch anything without being cut, oh tell me why can't i feel? Why can't i touch? Am i real? Am i sane? The voices scream and echoes in my empty body of glass , i hide my face. A spark , a light... a warmth! I feel something sew my broken pieces together,one after one , every minute every second the agony fades and my body feels warm? I turn around, your eyes make me feel alive, your voice make me smile and your touch make me human.. now my once body who was made of glass are now made of flesh and blood
I am human!