For everyone to see.
And I dream of a life--
Where I can be free.
I'm made of glass--
As clear as everything.
We live in a world--
Where we can be anything.
I'm made of glass--
That easily breaks.
I'm made of glass--
And I cry over little mistakes.
I'm made of glass--
Crystal and clear.
I'm made of glass--
And I often want to disappear.
I'm made of glass--
Full of stains and cracks.
I'm made of glass--
And I just want my life back.
LaTasha B.
© 2016
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