Glass World

Every person experiences feeling like an outsider looking in. But what if it's the other way around? We all want to be accepted but then insecurites keep us to question ourselves.

All this time I lived in a glass world
Away from the pain, away from the hurt
Away from the people who have hurt me, who have yet to hurt me.
Like a shiny facade, put on display
A doll tied by the strings ,
I play an act as old as time.

All this time I thought nothing can touch me
No one can see the abyss of my dark soul
And yet no matter how I polish this glass heart of mine
I could never hide the scars
I may put on a glue, put them back together again
Deny the existence of cracks infested on me
But still they're there.

As your hand grazes my shoulder
Like talons they left scratches
Scratches I can't get rid
Before I knew it, I was breaking
I thought it would stop
But it didn't.

The long-forgotten feelings that I contained,
They seeped from those cracks
Each breath I take became hollowed without you
Each beat of my heart intermingles with the sound of your laughter
Each day a crack is formed, a part of me flows to you
But would you really have it?
After I'm truly broke, how do I guarantee you won't hurt me
My vulnerability, my shames,
The broken shards of me, would you accept it all?