Glass- a poem

Glass.

I am glass, not much to look at unless you like the shape.
Why bother looking at anything other than the shape, it’s what I was made for.

Glass.

I am cold until given warmth by loving hands.

I stay cold, I do not know the feeling of love.

Glass.

I am hard as stone, when made that way

But why would anyone bother to make me stronger?

Glass

I can be a mirror, to show you yourself

No one likes mirrors, they are too unforgiving, even I hate them

Glass.
I make glittering colors in the lights.

Lights I may never truly see.

Glass.
I am brittle and fragile, easily broken.

But when broken, I am sharper than you’ve ever seen me before.

Glass.

I do damage when I’m broken,

I cut into others on accident, making them bleed because I can’t control myself

Glass.

I am a fake diamond or ruby, only the trained eyes can tell

I was made a shape I am not,

in a form I don’t want.

I Am Glass.
Please just shatter me, get it over with, discard me, make me dust