Her body's all glass
Her eyes, feet, and hands
So is her heart and
Her mind as she brands
Frequently pushed
By envy and hate
Her glass shards fly
And none'd be ingrate
These shards of hers lie
Bleeding nothing she sighs
And picks herself up
As tears challenge her eyes
But what can it cry?
Can glass itself bleed?
We all know it can't
She wants to be freed
Take pleasure in life
But glass feels nothing
Neither falling nor love
Can help this poor thing
You tried, you deserve
To rest in your glass case
Close your eyes and try
Again from down the base.
