My Precious Glass

You make yourself
clear as glass,
What you think of me.
The way i "act"
The way i "speak"
The way i "seem"
The way i don't move,
The way i don't talk,
I want to see through you,
but you appear everywhere,
Especially nowhere.
I want to break the glass,
and not care.
I want to make my walls,
and put you on its other side.
You don't deserve to know me,
Let me know when you do.