Sometimes, I feel that I'm behind a glass wall.
Watching, as everyone else lives vicariously,
And unafraid.
Unafriad of the possibilites,
Of forks in roads not reached yet.
I used to wonder who locked me in this little glass house.
But I realised,
That it was me.
They say that those who live in glass houses should not throw stones.
And maybe that's why I put myself in here.
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Fair or Free
Poetry"See, I know life isn’t fair or free Never turn your back on family And even though you love me, let me be I’m sure, I don’t need you anymore." - Loyal Friend and Thoughtful Lover by The Wind and the Wave A series of poems stemming from one of the m...
