A Piece of Glass

Am I a piece of glass?

Too hot or cold to touch?

Is my every fault shown?

Am I a piece of glass?

Am I easily read?

Can you see right through me?

Am I a piece of glass?

Is my clear heart fragile?

Is that why I shatter?

Am I a nothing more than a piece of glass?

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