The Glass

Stained glass Marks my sadness With shattered pieces I couldn't catch They prick my fingertips With broken slivers and such I had hidden within Buried deep a burden I keep That still remains Bringing only pain to receive So an aching heart And tortured soul Is such a misery I keep for company That makes it hurt more My vacant stare And sullen eyes Shower me with lonesome tears That I weep, to always fall Peering up ahead causiously Afraid to look up I didn't want to see before I just blocked it out With blinding thoughts I see my reflections show A sullen soul As I stand before a mirror Made of glass Needy eyes Glimpse a depth in me I was lost in for so long Through a window With curtains drawn I stand before it As it falls