To be honest, I thought the same thing. People are like glass. We are scar free, and nieve. Then we are dropped. Some conceal the dammage better than others, but we all know the fall hurts. We just have to find the ways to let the light shine through our broken pieces. You and I, think that there is no such light sorce, and the light sorce is a dimly lit as our feelings inside, our empty pit. But, We are all humans, broken humans, trying to convince other humans that we are worth something. But someday, somehow, You will wake up and feel that you are the most unique piece of glass you will ever get to know. Don’t compaire your scars and marks to others, because like a vintage piece of art, the marks make the art,not the art makes the marks. You ARE one of a kind, a dimonde in the rough, and even though I do not have the pleasure of knowing you, I CARE about your life. I know this is a long, dark path we walk, and it sometimes feels as though we walk on our own shards, but I PROMISE the light at the end of this road is only one part in your wonderful existance, with people caring for you in the end although you may not feel them right now. This walk is so lonesome and lacking in love, but people, who don’t even have the honor of knowing you, care dear. So please, you are not a barcode, labled and already decided for, you have the power, and the light, so shine on. Don’t dis yourself, because you may think it’s the truth, but nothing is ugly, it is only with or without love, just as items are not cold, they are with or without heat. Love yourself, and smile, sweetheart. And remember, YOU are one of a kind.