| | by
HannahZ in over her head |
June 24th, 2008
Tired of the outside,
broke the glass.
Shattered, peices stuck
in me that jab hard but no longer stop
my happiness.
a drop of blood
for a tear of laughter,
a trade that I'd make anyday.
walked inside and realized
they weren't in the glass i was looking through
i was trapped, broke out
armed and ready now
to free some more.
Ban together,
break down
glass wall and glass mirrors
nothing gained
without the pain.
Shards of glass are on the floor,
we need not fear them anymore.
We each have an enemy,
different but the same,
lets crush it now.
We are one.
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Very tense and
Very tense and sharp...awesome job!