My glass box protects me But you can see right through It shows the marks of fingerprints Of those who tried to reach out to me It is supposed to be safety glass But I do not feel safe
When this glass is damaged It does not splinter But instead breaks into hundreds Of blunt fragments And although the sharp splinters Would cause me more harm
The fragments frighten me more For they feel like me Broken into so many pieces That I can never be Put back together again