Do you want to know why people find it hard to love me?Why it’s so hard for anyone to get close to me?I’ll tell you why. I’m like the most delicate pane of glass or a paper-thin blade of ice,Sharp and clear and gorgeous in its delicacy.But then people are surprised when one harsh breath destroys me,Melting in the heat of a single hateful word or frightening toneOr scattering fragments in my anger like mortar,When some days shine brighter than others and still I manage to waste away. Like a snowflake, I cannot be grasped;You must hold out your hand and wait for me to drift in your direction.Beautifully methodical,…