you always gave me that glass angel to sleep with.
you told me that it would keep me safe throughout the night.
you'd let me sleep in your nightgowns, and you let me flip through your magazines.
you always told me that you were so proud of me, it'd always make me give that one-dimpled smile.
but now, with everything i do,
i wonder if you're watching me now, and i wonder if you're still proud.
i wonder if you wish I'd do better, or if you think I'm doing just right.
and I'd give anything to get your advice again,
now that i need it more than ever.
i wish I could curse the moon for taking you away,
and i can never go back to the days i wasted.
i still where the t-shirt you gave me,
and i still sleep next to the glass cat.
i still have your nightgown, which i finally grew into.
I'm a woman now, and if only you could see.

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Inside My Head
PoetryIt's hard to see behind someone's eyes; to see what is going on inside their head.