I am but a being,
a being made of glass.
So delicate, so fragile
the image I am forced to cast.

I walk down the Path
and angels are all I see,
An illusion, demons they were
all out to destroy me.

I am but a being,
a being made of glass.
Born fragile heart and soul,
I knew I would never last.

They turned on me,
my soul they tore apart.
It wasn’t enough, they wanted more,
they struck my fragile heart.

I am but a being,
a being made of glass.
With no heart, no soul
I simply lie there...

Shattered.

A/N: This is what happens when I'm bored during english class... Lol. Don't forget to review!