Through the glass
day by day
I stare out of this looking glass
poundering on thoughts of change
over
over
and
over again
behind this glass it's a storm
a storm of emotion
the rain batters the glass
the wind is no match for the glass
I am sheilded from real feeling, reality
As much as I scream
no one can hear me
As much as I cry
No one cares
I take one last breath
And screamed
I broke the glass
the silence
then the crack and the shower of glitering light
My eyes were open for the first time
I look beyond the glass now
the world was darken then I imagined
The glas played a trick
made things seem what they didnt' seem
I was free
but I was scared
I cut the chains that kept my grounded
the chains that controled my life
the glass
was a mask
the world was dark
and I think I liked the dark
This was like my take on being sheltered. This was like a rebelion as some would say.
