Analysis of The black glass child.

Child, you are made as fragile as glass.
You are walking on your own egg shells, yourself, and scratch at the world like a thief with a diamond knife oblivious to ancience itself living every point you make.
You reflect your surroundings with every breath, shine and heart beat because it is your everyday reality.
You are the eyes of an innocent child and you are the ears of a sleeping mass.
As you crack open your black glass skin and fracture your fist on the air of your naive little ego, your being shatters into the world its common awareness of danger and protects its meaning with rejection that is splintered onto your very souls choice.
And as quickly as you think and kneel your every stutter, mispronounced word and moment of brief self reflection is determinedly directing your very next
Milisecond of life into hyperdrive.