I have a glass heart
Inside of my chest
And if it breaks apart
My mind will know rest

It's already quite cracked
From many years gone by
Everyone leaves an impact
This I cannot deny

Whether cracked or healed
Whether bad or good
Eventually all revealed
And none misunderstood

The words people say to me
Are etched in the glass
Some being carefree
And some as hard as brass

There's not much left now
Of my once delicate heart
And yet I'll still allow
The cracks people impart

Sometimes I miss it
The once beautiful glass
Yet I was the one to permit
The breakdown of its mass

What's left is shards
And an imprint deeply pressed
I'll never have enough safeguards
For the glass heart in my chest