This is my breakdown

touch me and I will break,
shatter into a billion pieces.
Push me, and I will be smoke before your eyes.
The weapons you wield, guised merely as hands,
limbs of your rational human body,
will interupt my life with so much as a gesture,
a careless, ignorant gesture.
I am but a thin pane of cracked glass,
hardly withstanding the passing storms-
But you,
the vermin of this house,
have put the fear of death in me.
If I break, all will be revealed,
including you,
My newly-enlightened fallacy