I'm no angel. I'm not a even good person. And I won't pretend to be. I'm full of scars that will scare people away. My world is made of glass. It's delicate. People leave hand prints and smudges. They aren't very gentle, and after awhile cracks are made. Sometimes parts shatter completely into jagged pieces that dig into me. I'm covered in glass splinters. They dig into me as people continue to rough handle me. Some people will grasp a piece and dig it into me... I'm human. I have feelings. I express those feelings even though I don't know the proper way how. No ones taught me, all I can do is teach myself. I don't want peoples help. When someone tries to help and hold me, all they do is push the splinters in further. I push people away, because I don't want to hurt. I don't care what you do, but do it away from me. The further I push you away, the safer I'll be. I try to keep myself from getting hurt, so I act the way I do. I don't care if some people don't understand... because I know there's always someone that will, and they'll know just the right way to avoid all of the splinters and my jagged edges. I won't rely on one person all the time... I won't allow myself. I'll carefully accept a hand extended to me if I choose, other times I'll suffer alone. And for me, that's fine. People will manipulate you sometime in your life, one way or another. Wither its to get what they want, or to hear what they want. I refuse to be manipulated. Hurt me all you want, but I'm no fool as to let myself be used. At the end of the day, someone has to be blamed, don't they? I'm not worried about that, because no matter what I can trace it back to me.