It seems that every time I manage to see a window

That someone else has created in my solid bubble

And stares inside, his hand hovering over the handle to open the barrier between us-

*SMASH*

My amused eyes suddenly turn annoyed

You dare to think that you're worthy enough for me?

And slowly the shards pierce his image

As the frame start to melt back into walls underneath my gaze

Why do I become so poisonous?

A simple, innocent, perhaps neglected flower morphs into a vengeful dragon spitting greek fire-

Perhaps my natural reflex is a test.

Only the most worthy of them all would take in the sight without flinching

Extract all of their splinters and patch up the glass

And walk through

Bloodied, but determined enough

To still care.