Getting help.
Is pointless.
Either they believe.
Or they contradict.
And even when they do believe.
They still try.
To convince you.
That you're fine.
You aren't fine.
But you want to believe.
So you agree.
And put on a smile.
Because even help.
Is just a lie.
YOU ARE READING
Glass
PoetryEveryone is glass, so easily broken, so hard to fix. Warning: This book may contain triggering subjects. Read at your own will and risk.
