I am glass

Whether I am half empty or half full

You can see right through me

I am glass 

Tiny, billions, pieces of sand

Fused together. 

You see me as one

I am glass

 I scream and shriek when I’m broken 

I make a mess, become shards

I am shards 

Close to the crumbling sand that seeps through your fingers

As you try to grasp me with your fist 

I am still glass

Delicate and transparent 

You see right through me

Even through the tiniest grain 

But you my dear

Are a mirror

An opaque wall 

That even when I break you

I see myself