Sometimes I feel like glass....
Sometimes, broken, splintered, smashing to the floor.
Sometimes, dirty, grimy, nothing can get through.
Sometimes, rain splatters relentless-pounding in my head.
Sometimes, not enough times, clear, clean, everything gets through.
Sometimes the sun shines, warming me, taking away the pane.
Sometimes empty, other times reflective-ringing out my soul.
....sometimes I feel like glass
