I’m not strong, I’m not saying I can’t handle life’s heavy blows

I’m saying I’m fragile, like Venetian glass you have to handle me with care. There’s an art in touching Venetian glass, and  there’s and art in trying to handle me. 

God didn’t make me this way by mistake, being delicate doesn’t denote weakness, rather a duty to transparency and refinement. If you push me about I’ll break, so I’ve decided to stay in the cabinet with all the other delicates that remain unused until the right touch comes along.