Glass Door and Me
Jumping jack amidst all offerings
wishes swing in dreams still vivid
without changing being up and down
glass door between me and the rest of the world
can hardly handle each coming day.
Guilt mixed in shame with innocence's pray
no place to escape never thought of a sudden curve
who build the glass door and why its still exists
between me and the rest of the world.
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