Glass House

I live in a glass house

With doors locked

And windows shut.

I let the world look in

Through distorted glass

At what they want to see.

I’ve put up crystal mirrors

Reflecting who they think I am

Back at them.

I’ve let the light stream in

Filtered through the fractured colors

Of stained glass.

An aurora painting my skin

Into a costume of what I thought I should be.

I let people near me

With a wall between us.

I let them see me

But deny them the ability to know me

Unable to give myself fully

Locked away in my glass prison.


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