The Glass
Stained glass
Marks my sadness
With shattered pieces
I couldn't catch
They prick my fingertips
With broken slivers and such
I had hidden within
Buried deep a burden I keep
That still remains
Bringing only pain to receive
So an aching heart
And tortured soul
Is such a misery
I keep for company
That makes it hurt more
My vacant stare
And sullen eyes
Shower me with lonesome tears
That I weep, to always fall
Peering up ahead causiously
Afraid to look up
I didn't want to see before
I just blocked it out
With blinding thoughts
I see my reflections show
A sullen soul
As I stand before a mirror
Made of glass
Needy eyes
Glimpse a depth in me
I was lost in for so long
Through a window
With curtains drawn
I stand before it
As it falls
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