I'm trapped behind glass,
I will never see the life it'll pass.
Lying through my teeth,
waiting for a reef.
For a marriage to be approved,
not changed or moved.
When can I break down the door?
When can I touch the floor?
I'll break the glass,
I've had my bad luck so I'll pass.
You can be mad.
But I'll just stay glad,
because I'm not sad.
Break down the door.
I promise it's nice to touch the floor.
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A shout of quite poems
PoesíaExpressed feelings that I've put into some thing. All poems are my own.
