i feel like a fragile glass wall
it’s made to protect you
but so vulnerable to break
sturdy and transparent
nothing to hide, nothing to lose
but unlike it, when i break
i’m not deadly.
just thrown out waiting for somebody to pick up the pieces.
who would want to have a broken glass?
picking it up might cut you
it’s not useless. but the danger is there.
i’m like a glass wall.
just waiting for someone to realize