My Negativity As A Positive

Glass Walls

Have you ever smiled when you were breaking?

Have you felt the hollowness of your very essence?

Have you pulled your hair out and wanted to scream?

I feel all this pressure.

I feel all this pain.

I am there, but I am not there.

I see no meaning in my existence, yet I am still in existence.

No matter how much I claw at my skin it always seems to heal.

Why couldn't it be just as easy with these emotions?

The emptiness that consumes me.

I hide behind these glass walls,

Where I can easily force a smile,

Where I can easily cover my pain,

Where I can easily hide my screams of utter agony.

They only see the artificial smile that has been molded on to my face.

These glass walls hide the sound of my cries.

These glass walls cover up the echoing sound of my falling tears.

These glass walls force those to stay put outside.

If an outsider tries to shatter these glass walls,

the only gain they get is the scars from the rugged cuts.

If an outsider tries to shatter these glass walls,

the only gain I get is the broken glass that can be used to cut.

If an outsider tries to step in they only get hurt.

If an outsider tries to step in I will only end up returning to my first step.

I placed these glass walls here because

the only thing that can get to me is myself.