Through a broken glass..

Like a glass is my heart,
 A broken piece of art,
 Its brittle,
 Its little,
 People break it by attacking it with their insensitive words,
 And it breaks piece by piece with loud thuds,
 I have repaired it,by sticking it,binding it with tapes and fevicol,
 But that doesn't have an effect on it,it seems,
 It still keeps on breaking and is unbreakable only in dreams,
 I wish I had no heart,just like a robot,
 Its like a burden,
 And I have become the 'beast of burden'
 If I had no heart,
 Then there would be no effect of people's words,
 And I would live peacefully in this beautiful world...