Hiding In a Glass Box
why don't you
hide your depression
in a glass box
for the blind to see
for only the blind could see
the terror inside me.
i'll kill the careless with cold stares
till they think i'm the one
with no feelings inside,
the emotions i hide
under the golden yellow falsity
of that aggrivating drum
Copyright © Brooke Wolfe | Year Posted 2007
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