I said I was walking on glass You took me seriously And asked me to stop You told me to think Of other ways to deal With the crisis at home And the pain I feel I said it was figurative What are you talking about I chuckled to myself Because I'd actually do that But I'm fine Just not at home 'Cause I'm walking on glass But not literally Figuratively
This conversation between me and a friend amused me, so I turned it into a poem, and made it something that I could process my thoughts and emotions into