Who am I, behind glass eyes?
Who see their world in their tinge of amber.
Who am I, behind this porcelain face?
That smiles and speaks in golden words.
Who am I, behind this facade of clay?
That radiates heat where there is none.
Who am I, beyond this heart?
Surrounded by barbed wire, like steel rose.
Who am I behind these masks?
Who am I at all?
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Birds in Glass Castles
PoesiaMy collection of poems through the last few years in some of their rawest forms; more steppingstones of my journey as a writer.
