she was gone

high above her reality

happier than she would ever be

she was gone, no worries, no cares,

just happy and free.

society couldn't touch her

that's just the way she was

made of bulletproof glass.

people threw sticks and stones

trying to break her down to her bones

but everything just bounced right off

after all,

that's what bulletproof glass is for, right?

little did they know,

she was cracking

society had put a bullet in her glass,

pounding her over and over with

an assault rifle

until she shattered.

and when she broke

she realized that

glass

isn't so bulletproof

after all

then she realized that

she was never made of glass

because instead of shattering

she bled.

but only for a brief moment.

then the blood stopped

and

she was gone.

"Can I hold her?" The new father asked. He was so hesitant around the newborn. But this was his daughter. She was so small he was afraid he would break her. But he deaspretly wanted to hold her. A nurse gently deposited the child in his arms. His daughter curled up in his arms, asleep. He smiled, tears in his eyes.

3 years later his little girl was running around the house. The man had just gotten off of work. She jumped up into his arms, and the man laughed, pulling her close.

"Daddy, you can let go of me." The man smiled. "I'm going to hug you, and love you, and squeeze you, and call you Goerge. Hi Goerge" The girl laughed.

Jumping off the bus, into her father's arms the 5-year old smiled. Together they said. "I'm going to hug you, and love you, and squeeze you, and call you Goerge. HI GOERGE!"

The nurse shook her head sadly. The father looked helplessly at the young teen that was his daughter. The body, once so full of life, now lay dead on the cot. He looked at the nurse.

"Can I hold her?"