shaterring glass heart

like a shattering glass my heart walters of the table. the ground aproaches rapidly and I don't have a parachute. i smash on the ground and Im in pieces. I pretend as if im not. I gather myself and walk away As if I wasn't vilently shaken off my spot. As if it was not that badm Here I stand and fall before you. Both on the ground and at your feet. Yet you stamp on me again.