Life In a Glass House
Life in a Glass House
my soul has been exposed
on display for all to see
windows bear the existence
of the man I've come to be
they seem to be tinted
or covered with rain
for few have the desire
to witness the pain
and yet they throw rocks
for laughter and fun
my exterior too strong
as no damage is done
for my heart was already shattered
many many years ago
the left over shards
are what you now know
life in a glass house
is always so crystal clear
yet the very words I write
you never seem to hear........
Copyright © Bob Shank | Year Posted 2006
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