I look at people, and I see them.
Just as everybody else can.
But when they look at me,
I sit pretty and turn transparent.

Glass walls like these
they've got nothin' to hide.
All these things I've carried
are open for anybody to see

At least I try to be,
mostly to make myself believe
that my walls are
made of planes of glass

But beneath these fragile layers
a titan, a protector hides
ready to defend me,
its one true master.

He protects my inner turmoil,
my secrets, my fears, my past.
He protects me, and
my glass walls protect him.

I've got nothing to hide, I'll say.
I've got everything to hide, I know.
Lies run through these veins,
and I smear pages with that blood.

I could never be so honest,
in my little reality.
Not as honest as the blood
that marks these pages.

The pages so carefully curated,
and filed away, in pristine condition,
deep beneath my walls of glass
where all my truths lie.