I am Made of Glass
I am made of glass,
Though one would never know.
My disguise is much too grand.
I am cloaked entirely by a sharp tongue and strong prescence,
A mask my youth always searched for,
A mask my costly wisdom almost spurns.
I long to disenrobe to sheer nakedness,
To bare my helplessness and desire,
To let down the bridge to my tears.
The fragility of my dreams begs to be touched,
To sing a song even if it is a broken voice.
I am weary from carrying on.
Though one would never know.
My disguise is much too grand.
I am cloaked entirely by a sharp tongue and strong prescence,
A mask my youth always searched for,
A mask my costly wisdom almost spurns.
I long to disenrobe to sheer nakedness,
To bare my helplessness and desire,
To let down the bridge to my tears.
The fragility of my dreams begs to be touched,
To sing a song even if it is a broken voice.
I am weary from carrying on.
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