Glass

 

Sometimes words get in the way. This seems to be one of those days. I feel fragile, breakable, as if someone can look at me and I will shatter. However, I am not fragile. I am strong and I might have many  cracks, but I have yet to be broken. I just wish the universe would stop trying to see if it can break me.

I’ll let you look inside me
Through the stains and through the cracks
And in the darkness of this moment
You see the good in that

But try not to judge me
‘Cause we’ve walked down different paths
But it brought us here together
So I won’t take that back

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