Like A Broken Window. Poem by Sandra jacks

You say you know me,
but then reality comes crashing through,
like a broken window,
with all the sharp glass gone askew,
you try to pick up my pieces,
but realize all it will do is hurt you,
so you put on some gloves,
but my glass is far sharper then you knew.

I look up at you,
being the broken window that I am,
and I want you to leave,
because I might also break you.
get away from me,
you can't fix this disarray,
it's insanity to try,
insanity I say,
so you look at me,
with objectifying eyes,
I hate that look,
of determination when it's my problem,
not yours,
I'm sorry but,
this is my problem not yours,
so purposely I cut you,
deep,
now go.