Glass

I have always found it hard to get close to anyone.
You would always joke and say that I was a lot like a porcupine.
Cute, but yet so harmful to those around me.

I promise, I never meant to hurt you.
I never knew how sharp my tongue could truly be.
How many scars have I left in my wake?

I always liked to see myself as a sword.
That analogy always made me feel better.
It meant that I was no longer weak.

After that night, I never wanted to feel vulnerable again.
That’s why I covered myself in armor and picked up my sword.
It helped me keep myself safe.

However, the longer I keep this charade up, the more I realize,
If I am a sword, I am a sword made of glass,
and I feel myself beginning to shatter.

–  The last two lines are from Glass Sword, written by Victoria Aveyard.