Behind The GlassA Poem by Miss SheaBehind the glass, who could see All that happens when they turn on me? There are no marks, no hidden wounds No one to notice that I am doomed They never heard my parents fight Nor the sounds on the quiet nights They don't know of the games I play When the grown-up had their way They still can’t see my menacing tears Or the way I cower in fear Behind the glass, they’ll never know What I hide I still can't show It's always trouble when it's out They hate attention and always shout But, I can’t blame them, it’s just not fair I know deep inside, they still care... And still I wish to escape this place Find somewhere I'll always be safe For now I’ll hide and hope and pray Then maybe I'll get out...one day Behind the glass that hid the truth It stole my innocence, it took my youth Still I strived just to survive My story is out, a secret no longer I’m happier now, a little stronger I have a place to call my home And I no longer cry my cries Because I’ve broken the glass that covered their lies…
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Added on April 10, 2008 Last Updated on September 29, 2008 AuthorMiss SheaBurlington, NCAboutI believe : Activity [is a necessity] Art [is a way of lifeand has become a huge part of my life] Ideas [are bullet-proof] Books [are addictive] Poetry [is painting with the gift of speech] .. more..Writing
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