see me now

through tinted windows

where spiders crawl

and spin their art

hear my cries

through closed-off doors

intertwined by locks

and wrapped in chains

meet my eyes

through the fingers

that cover them

my own

I’m too afraid to look

see me now

through invisible walls

in this house of glass

and town of night

hear my cries

they won’t shatter this facade

I can see through the walls

but I fear that you can’t

I live in a house of glass.

It's impossible for me to break.

Most people walk right by.

A few are interested; I let them in.

Some of them stay for a while.

Others leave without a trace.

One of them noticed I couldn't escape,

so he brought a bat, took a swing.

My glass house shattered,

and I was free.

He took my hand, and led me away.

He showed me the world, and taught me what it meant to live.

One day I went out alone, and traveled too far.

I lost him, and when I came back,

it was too late.

He had freed another girl,

and they went on their own adventures.

I was too in love with my freedom

to remember who had saved me.

So I rebuilt my house of glass,

the broken pieces cutting into my skin.

Blood ran down my hands

as I fit together piece with piece.

I'm trapped in a house of glass and pain,

and it's my own fault.

Now when someone comes by,

I turn them away.

I was raised in a house of glass

One simple mistake and you could see all the cracks.

The fractured webs entangled, strewn across the walls-

One small misstep, and down the house falls.

With all that I am, how could I not?

How could I be perfect when imperfect is all that I’ve got?

How could I be what you expected of me

when I let you down with each breath I breathed?

I tried to reside within your house of glass

Just give me a stone wall, that’s all that I ask.

Something to lean on when things start to feel heavy.

Let me live and be a kid, please would you just let me?

The shatters in the glass are not easily repaired

It’s hard to unsee the damage that I put into there

Every attempt at putting the pieces back together,

Left scars that undoubtedly will stay with me forever.

The glass fragments still imbedded deep within my skin,

Serve as a reminder to keep a brick house for my kin.

A home, not just a house, where they can always feel safe.

Where they know the house won’t crumble from a silly mistake.

Where they know I will love them more with each breath they take

Where every wall built, is built for their sake.

I made a house of glass in my heart

I put in it all my feelings

It doesn't need lights

Because my feelings in it sparkle with every beat of my heart

I visit it in every dream

To tell you that I love you

Even I can't be with you

I visit it in every dream

To keep your memory alive

Because hope is what saves the glasshouse from the collapse

I built

these fragile walls

They sparkle

in the light

They are what

I hide behind

I live my life

in a glass house

But one day

it will all come falling down

These emotions are always spilling.

They are profusely surging

all over floorboards and kitchen walls

because the dams I once built

just won’t hold.

They are exposed.

They are set out openly:

a mausoleum for the broken

and a display case of messes,

and spillages,

and floods.

This circus is welcoming

to the vouyeres and the odd,

offering the opportunity to self-soothe

their own insecurities and caress

fragile egos unable to endure

reality’s frostbite.

Watch me contort myself

into wreaths of pain.

Caked in stains,

I am on parade

in my glass house

of bones and blood.

I am all messy display,

insides turned out,

all my undoings

a-flood.

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papered windows, plain;

her house of glass,

a shed.

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to pencil in tears of lead .

I am but a house of glass..

They tell me I'm too fragile, too weak.

One touch, one drop in the wrong way

and I smash before I can even speak

a word, or line,

just fragmented time

useless behond belief.

I have windows that shine,

and let the light intwertwine

within and without

my brittle bones align

with my outer skin

that wears thin

I don't even know where to begin.

I am but a house of broken glass,

only for a moment in time,

this is a feeling that will pass

I have a glass house

very thin ...

so impressive ...

very capricious ...

but

I put a lot of stuff into it

it's all there

all memories

good and bad days

remembrances

inspiration of love

a gift of friendship

the flag of allegiance

the command of the heart

small courage

small dreams

small hopes

this house is precious to me

this house is my being

if it breaks

I will not survive

everything will be destroyed

this house cannot be restored

this house cannot be repaired

you just need to keep it

it is very impressive

everyone knows it's name

everyone have own

it is my life!

it's ...

my heart!

...my last poem

There are walls around my heart

so many layers I built for protection

safety from hurt my heart can’t avoid

for no matter what they all get in

into my heart

into my life

I welcome them each

we smile and laugh

share our affections hopes dreams

they see into my heart

know my emotion and

I let them learn hoping they stay

they don’t

they never do

and so I build more walls

with no doors or windows

no entrance

I keep wishing my walls kept them out

my heart hurts every time

still hurts years later

i hate it

my walls are a house of glass

always transparent

hoping for forever