Till it cracks

I am a human standing, no I ain’t hiding, behind a clear glass. You can see everything of me. Yes, my flaws are somewhat magnified. And yes, my derrière and my ego is THAT huge. What did u say again? A pimple on my nose? I have another one on my chin and no I’m not covering that up. And yes, I have got no tact. I’ve a whole lot of love for androids with functioning beat box. I entertain the strangest idea and sometime mulled over the most ridiculous thoughts. But that only gave me moments of laughing out loud at mostly myself. I bend and break at corners I failed to steer. I am fully emptied. Only to be filled to the brim over and over again with the most frivolous things. Cause life’s too serious and I favour Tom and Jerry over the BBC news. I’ve flushed my pride down the drain countless times only to have it back again by a stranger who would 1st fall deeply in love with my guts then wished I had none at all.

I am transparent. You could zoom 10X my flaws, scrutinize my decisions and you may even think you know me so well that you could break me.

But my dear earthling, remember the clear glass that separates me from humankind? U can’t touch me.