I feel separated and far away. I watch through a glass ball And I guess that's all there is to say.
The gray clouds are a swirling mass. And yet the eye of the storm is so far, How many miles till we pass?
I am trapped in a cage And it looks vaguely like a house, A house set with fires that rage, rage.
My smile is a shield that protects you; It protects from the ice of my heart. Everything true is false and false true.
Or so he says In his craze And the years passed as days.
And I was the broken diamond Left in the carnage Where my beginning met my end.
BUT
I believe in strength And that I have what it takes And I have gone to every length To mend every break And scar on my glass ball So that one day I'll see the world And answer that distant call Within a stormy, shining girl Who is me.
So breathe.
Write the first half on a sad day and wrote the second half as a response to urge myself towards optimism and hope.