Ghosts of prior friends in waiting
Haunting, shrieking as I pass
Serving as a stark reminder
That I built my house from glass

Under watchful eyes I whisper
Only loud enough for you
Speaking unconditionally
Hoping it reflects My truth

Even with your reassurance
I can’t help but second guess
Do I actually belong here
Is this why my heart confessed

Slowly jealousy controlling
Feeble mind is wearing thin
Cast out from the iron table
Waiting to be let back in