I am made of glass
annoyingly fragile, heavy, more than a handful, too much
—the adjectives you used to paint me
as you only have to drop me once and my whole life will fall in pieces
then labelled "dangerous",
suddenly I am the harm

but why?

how was I the danger when it is you who shattered me?
I am as sharp as a knife, but they call knife as a tool
while I am just a broken glass, labelled "dangerous"

Oh right, because I've bleed when I picked up my pieces
my tears is the glue that I used to patch up
the pieces of myself that I didn't break
too long until I stopped weeping for pain, so now I just cry tears of wrath

to reiterate, I am made of glass
don't be a fool to think that
a single smash is enough to ruin me

I've gone through furnace as hot as hell,
I am refined, crafted so skillfully,
my life is a vast potential of infinite possibilities
I can shapeshift, I can be anything or everything

so harm me once, twice, thrice, or a thousand times
going through another burning hell is just therapy to me,

I am made of glass, I can even make you bleed with my littlest move
I simply don't wish to
I am the glass out of highly refined elements,
your blood is just a filth I don't want to taint on me