Glass Heart

Sometimes I feel

As though

I am 

A robot.  

Going through

The motions

Of life

Self-programmed

To be like

Everybody else.

Analyzing everything

Constantly

Compiling data

So I know

How to act.

Yet my heart

Is made

Of glass

And every time

They stare

Every time

They laugh

Every time

They roll their eyes

And sigh

Because 

I've said too much

Another crack forms

Until finally

It breaks 

Into 

A million 

Pieces.