The floor is made of glass,
reflecting my slender silhouette.
My bare feet softly slide across the surface,
as gently as I tread I hear its threat to give,
Its cracking beneath me,
wanting to take me under to consume all that I am.
I hold my head high,
constantly reminding myself to breathe. This is a repeat,
I see it daily,
always watching where I place my next step.
Don't push,
or it'll shatter.
Freedom gave me the gift of wings,
yet I alone have stripped them from my body.
Intimacy is all but resolute,
warmth breaks the glass,
as I am undeserving.
I stand still tonight,
watching my reflection,
knowing its a betrayal to my inner person.
One day I'll give up,
bust the glass just to show,
how much I truly despise  myself.