Glass, that's what I am a beautiful but flawed design piece of glass. I have cracks all over and pieces missing yet I haven't shattered. Im held together by strong super glue but how long will that really last. every person that comes into my life take a piece of me and never returns it. how can I be beautiful and stand tall if I'm not complete? how can I present myself to someone who loves everything about me when I damn near sand. Glass, that's how fragile I am, if I am held by the right people I won't have cracks I won't be flawed