What is your hati, tengah-tengah like?

~Poem~

Sometimes my hati, tengah-tengah is made of stone.
So no one can touch it atau feel it beating,
atau even break it.
I like it when I can't feel pain atau hurt atau emotions.
I feel happy with a hati, tengah-tengah made of stone.

Sometimes my hati, tengah-tengah is made of glass.
And it becomes easy to break,
and it is most of the time cracked and broken.
And if anda touch it, it could shatter into a million pieces.
I don't like it when my hati, tengah-tengah is made of glass.

Sometimes my hati, tengah-tengah is cold.
When it's cold know can touch atau wants to,
It becomes every closed and shut away from the world.
I don't like atau hate it when my hati, tengah-tengah is made of stone.

Sometimes my hati, tengah-tengah is hot.
It's angry and mad and when anda touch it,
It burns.
No one likes me when my hati, tengah-tengah is hot.
And I don't like me nether.

Sometime my hati, tengah-tengah is made of,
Stone atau glass,
atau it's cold atau hot,
but in the end there all me and if anda can't handle that,
Then your not the one for me.

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So what is your hati, tengah-tengah like? Is it cold and dark atau hot and untouchable? Is it stone atau glass atau something more?