Glass.
Fragile; one wrong move
and it shatters into
a million pieces.
Glass.
Transparent; you can see
everything that's going on
behind it.
I am made of glass.
I'm fragile; do not try to hurt me
with your words or your fists,
I know that I fall apart easily.
I'm transparent; you can read me
like a book. And I can't do
anything to stop you.
All I can do
is watch you
learn all my secrets,
learn everything I've tried
to hide from the world,
hold them in your hand,
and throw them into the wind
for the world to see.
I am glass, and I have shattered.
YOU ARE READING
|midnight thoughts|
Poetrya collection of midnight thoughts, a collection of small voices that are desperate to be heard. -trigger warning- cover by @CNS2004 #135 on 1/12/17
