What am I?
If I’m in the presence of light,
I may blind if you look too closely,
If I am thrown into the bright flames of the sun,
I become as malleable as the feelings of a woman,
I everywhere around you,
In everything and on everyone,
They use me,
But they do not yet know that I cannot always be there for them,
Me,
The glistening object.
GUESS!
You should probably put this in the poetry section 
