Tuesday, December 3, 2013

The Glass House

A place where I find shelter
A place I can call my own
A place that I have not shown
A place where I am myself
This place where all my secret lies
This place I thought I was safe
This place made of glass
This place people see all my insecurities
The place where no one would judge
But then again it is the glass house
The place where I thought no one knew
The place now everyone to see
I am fragile
I am transparent
You can see all my flaws
I am impatient
I am broken
They can see all my flaws
The walls are broken
The remains are on the ground
Shattered to a million pieces
Every part worn out
That glass house is me
M.V.D.

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