A fine glass vase goes from treasure to trash, the moment it is broken. Fortunately, something else happens to you and me. Pick up your pieces. Then, help me gather mine.

Even though on the outside we glittered like gold, inside we were almost as black as coal. Sometimes the glitter people saw was only the shattered pieces reflecting among the broken glass.

You're talking crazy, Cassie. Let me break that glass around you."I wrap my hand around the door knob and allow tears to fall. "That's the problem with glass, Keith. When you break it, it cuts you." I swing the door open. "And pieces are left shattered everywhere that you can never put back together.

You walk by and glass is shattered everywhere. Their homes are just broken.

Moshing and broken glass just don't go together.

If what you are is more important to you, than what you do, it is better to do nothing and have your sense of self+worth intact than do something and take a beating on your self+worth and self+esteem.