I am not glass

You can not see through me

So you won't ever know my feelings

Even if you choose to ask me

You can always ask me what is wrong

I will always repeat "Nothing, I'm fine."

You will say "Okay."

And sadly you believe me

I am known as the rude girl, the girl with an attitude

But if you knew me, you wouldn't be quick to judge

Like I had said, I am not glass

You can not see through me

I wear long sleeves and never wear shorts

You think it's because it is cold

Or it is raining

But truly, I just happen to hate my body

When I look in the mirror and see my body

I cry because I am covered in scars

And no one will ever be able to love me

How could they if I do not love myself?

What you see on the outside

Does not lie on the inside

On the outside I am happy

But on the inside I am full of dejection

I try to love myself I really do

But people choose to insult me

So I gave up

I chose not to be glass

I am not glass

You can not see through me

But after all

Do you really see what is beyond the glass?

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