Glass Houses
Living in glass houses, My pain on display for the world to see, Nothing to sooth the heartache that lives within me. I lie to myself, Making excuse for those who's joy is tormenting me. Wanting to see the good I inist lives inside them, Even when they continue to step on me. This house is of my own making, Built on what I've allowed to be, As I continue to make bad choices that at the time seem sound to me. Will I ever be able to cover the images, Be able to move from these prisons made by me,... Sign in to see full entry.