Ooops ...

I swear I was born

with a deformity.

I've always had

a glass heart ...

I hate it.

I wished not to feel

but failed every time ...

It's all smudged up

cracks and scratches

It's like an antique ...

Past around from hand

to hand.

Now,

left on a shelf to collect dust,

the longer it sits

left untouched

the more fragile

it becomes ...

Be careful your wishes

just might come true .