Made Of Glass...? Poem by Sad Truth

Am I made of glass…?
Can you really see right through me…?
Well…if that is so…
Why can’t you see all of the hurt…?
Why can’t you see all of the pain…?

So you see…
I am not made of glass…!
You can not see right through me…!
You can not see my hurt…!
You can not see my pain…!

I am like… the forgotten letters…
Of a lost soul…
What happens in my heart is…
Hidden away from everyone else…
Hidden away from you…!
Hidden away from…me…!