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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