Don't you dare play with my heart, my heart of glass for every time it breaks, there are scars that cannot be erased wounds too deep to disappear. Every time I have to put it back together, the glue makes it harder, an…

I am me, but who am I? I am two, one you see and one I hide. I show you the good, but the ugly I keep inside. Two parts, rolled into one. The ugly I hide because I am ashamed. The ugly I hate because it is not who I w…