Glowing

You're glowing.

A compliment, hard to find, not.
But what does it really mean?
To glow. A vampire could be seen to glow,
But vicious I am not, still a compliment it seems.
Then again a light would glow, a light which sparks the symbol of life.
A compliment, yes.
I'm frankly a mess so I'd like to suggest that this is wrong.
Merely a glimmer of bright comes from me so I cannot glow.
I sink so low that light does not show, but how I moan.
Oh how I feel alone, but I could not condone a life so bright.
Why may you ask? Well I'm like glass. Delicate, I easily break and I make mistakes. So, I take, from you… from everyone. I take the light, I take the fight and embed it in me. Meaning you don't have to pay the fee of seeing me. Not right. But wrong. Bettering myself, learning from the world and I'm not scared of admitting I'm not ready. See.

I'm not glowing, I'm only growing.
Then I will be the light, which sparks the symbol of life.