The Glass Relation

This glass window, Compared to me, Could be my brother, In this reality, Your words bend truth, A pain you create, But glass doesn’t bend, It only breaks, These transparent feelings, Have cracks in the center, You pushed too hard, When you knew better, You look through the glass, So clear and unstained, But you don’t see my reflections, That show tears of pain, This destroys my ego, But what does it matter, By this time, The glass will have shattered, So proceed with caution, When removing my shirt, For broken glass, May get you hurt.