Glass Jar

Being with you is like being placed in a glass jar.

You're careful, truly also afraid of losing me. Always making sure I'm not physically hurt in any manner, you kept me locked away in a glass jar.

But you're too busy to realise that I was lonely and cold. Occasionally, when you felt like it,
you will open the glass jar, checking to see if I was still here... initially I still had some warmth, and I stayed because I didn't know what else I could do.

Eventually, the coldness turned me into a monster and I forgot how to be kind, I forgot how to be gentle. When you next came to check on me, I smashed the glass jar hard with my words, it cracked and shattered, hurting myself. I use the shatter to stab you hard in your heart, finally you escaped, leaving me to clean up the mess myself.