My glass heart

I was born with a glass heart,
strong but weak at times too.
it was transparent, but
full with fibres you could see thru..

it has cracked more times
than you'll ever know..
and been stitched up way too many times..
too many times to create signs..

it's sad to know that what i feel
is actually real.
and its at times like these,
where i wish my heart was made of steel..

im too disenchanted,
to save myself from this mess.
too disorientated..
to be rid of this stress..

but when i get the willpower,
to save myself from guilt.
ill walk out of my shell smiling,
and into the sanctuary i built.

*i like this poem.. a little different to previous ones, but i like it.. tell me what you think, please?*