My Emotions are made of glass, so please don't break my heart....

I learned to wear the smile like it was tempered steel

Polish the corners of my voice until the edges feel unreal

They hang their hopes on shoulders like a banner and a sash

But underneath the ribbon I am quietly made of glass

I practice being steady—learn the lines they want me to say

But a whisper, a rumor, a careless shove can crack the day

Don’t shatter my heart like glass, don’t drop it on the floor

Don’t toss it in the gutter as if it’s nothing more

I’m loud and I’m furious and I’ll fight and I’ll kick ass

But goddamn, be careful — I’m still made of glass

Rooftop jokes and cheap-lit bars, we trade our careful plans

I stomp around in sneakers, try to drown the polite hands

I laugh too loud to hide it, I swear to wake the past

But nights still leave their footprints on skin that’s made of glass

You think my armor’s perfect, think the polish makes me whole

But I carry tiny fractures that keep a map inside my soul

Don’t shatter my heart like glass, don’t fling it to the street

Don’t auction off the pieces to whatever stranger meets

I’ll shout until my throat is raw, I’ll stand up and kick ass

But under all the shouting I’m still made of glass

Fuck your headlines, fuck your questions, fuck the things you trade

You point and pick and gossip like you’ve never been afraid

I’ll give you truth in bursts and I’ll sing it loud and fast

Just…don’t be the careless hand that makes me break like glass

There’s courage in the fragments, there’s light in every shard

I’ll scatter them like stencils and make a mural from the hard

If you want to hold me, hold me soft and hold me slow

Learn the lines my fingers trace before you let them go

I am not only fragile — I’m the fire and the ash

I’m the scream after the hush and the echo after crash

Don’t shatter my heart like glass, don’t treat me like a prop

Don’t trade my small confessions for a moment’s gossip drop

I’m fierce, I’m raw, I’ll scorch the stage and cut the past

But remember, underneath the roar I am still made of glass

So if you love me, steady your hands and learn how not to pass

Through all the noise and banners — remember I am glass.