Glass
I am Glass
All they ever see is him
I grew up with them
He was raised by them
I am Glass
Looked through and past
Easily broken
Yet I stand high
I am Glass
They look past me
Looking at him
Repair is not easy
Since I am Glass
By DR-SR
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Disappearing
PoetryHey it's the author here ofc, I like to write poems often so I thought well why not take all my poems and make a poetry book so here we are. 🫶🏽
