I built myself a glass house,
A chamber of mind,
A house built so fragile
Afraid of the darkness that consumes below.

Glass shards that slowly break, reflecting the past,
I shake through the chamber of mind, afraid the voices might call again,
Shadows pressing closer, where is my path, unclear,
Glass shatters around me as I fall to my knees begging it to stop, but am trapped in a storm of my fragile thoughts,

Surrounded by a version of myself everyone wants me to be—
I reach out, but am bound to chains, unable to break free from my shackles,
I cry out for help, but the shadows of fear, helplessness and doubt, claw away at me,
Kicking and screaming in silence, but no one can hear me plea,

Slowly drowning myself, in a deep sea that never seems to end,
Every string of hope I once had is being ****** away into this glass house,
In A silent prison I lay.
While the others shine brightly, this glass house consumes my light.
In this glass house every step I take is a crack left behind, later to be discovered.

Trapped in this glass house.
Trapped but free,
Everyone sees me smile, but in this glass house I'm trapped in the version they long me to be

In this glass house I am strapped down to my knees hoping someone would come save me,
I can feel my chest tighten, each breath is another rush of panic through my veins.
Is this effort I worth the pain, I wonder.
Wonder if one day the cracks of the glass will show a path forward towards a better tomorrow
Tomorrow filled with acceptance, love and care

But today, I'm trapped in this chamber of mind, trapped bound by my own insecurities and doubts,
I claw at the walls, seeing myself, a person I no longer recognize,
Am I just left here imprisoned, until the glass breaks, and I shatter into pieces, taking years to heal from the glass wounds I endure.

I am not enough—
I am not ENOUGH!
I AM NOT ENOUGH.

Slowly losing in the depth of these walls
As if no one cares enough to see my true colors
Will anyone reach out to see my true self?
Before I shatter into dust
Losing everything.

Will tomorrow be the day I can finally break free?
Or am I stuck in today forever.

I AM NOT ENOUGH
I AM NOT ENOUGH, I say to myself

In this glass house I am stuck being the person I secretly hate
But everyone else loves—

But please tell me—
Am I enough?

Am I strong enough to break free from my own mind—
And its demons that I live with,
Am I strong enough to become the person I want to be?

Am I strong enough to bring light back into this glass house—
To break free and rebuild what once was beautiful.

But maybe, just maybe,
these cracks aren’t my undoing—
they are my escape.

The glass that once imprisoned me
will not define me.

I am not the reflection they see,
nor the shadows that haunt me.

I am more than my doubts,
more than my fears.

With every fracture, light seeps in,
revealing a path I never thought existed.

I will not shatter into nothingness—
I will break free.

I will rise from these shards,
not as the person they expect,
but as the person I choose to be.

And when the glass finally falls away,
I will stand, whole,
unafraid,
and finally—
enough.

Take me into your arms.
Bury and bathe my mind till the thoughts drown and quiet.
Trap me in the world of you; enclose my mind from the world around us.

Free me of thought.
Hold me, dear. Hold me tight.
Never let go—your grip on my mind, loosen not.

Have I not suffered through young and old?
Have I not let my mind run free,
to build forsaken paths I worry to walk?

Hold my memories. Hold them close.
Care for them as I for you.

How must I beg to be abandoned?
Oh, how I dream to be abandoned
by the parts of me I carried not with love,
but with hatred.

When what built you crumbles you,
your eyes meet hypocrisy,
till driven outside the simplistic gates of sanity.

For here, I am not asking you for your love, nor your time.
I come to ask for neither.

I ask for nothing but my freedom,
which you unwillingly, unknowingly carry—
not a key, nor words,
but a chaste of the mind,
which you force upon me.

A bird trapped in a cage cannot fly

I am a bird trapped in a cage
But oh how I yearn to soar

If that bird is set free
It will soar and fly
It will come back.

I was a bird trapped in a cage
Oh how I yearned to be free

When I was set free
I soared and flew
And I came back
Because I was given freedom

Locked up in a cage,
Those beasts are allowed to roam

The lights are dimming and the darkness grows thick

It is like a mirror on the wall,
Reflecting everything in which you desire but can never have.

Those who take, get.
And those who give, lose.

The scales have broken.
And you sit alone.
Crying on your throne.

The look on her face is longing.
A subtle pout. Distant eyes.
She looks out the window at the sunset.
Yet another day spent quietly alone.
Plans were made to end the quiet.
Those plans were canceled. She longs
for community, connection, camaraderie.
She wishes for acceptance and empathy.
Alas, she must open the door
to welcome in such things.
So she sits on the floor.
With longing painted on her face.

It feels like you’re too close to me.
You push everyone else away from me.
They try to move closer,
But you shove yourself between them and I.
Cramped into the space of one person,
We push against each other constantly.
You push me down, smaller. I push back.
Tightly confined, I’m trapped with you, by you.

One step forward, two steps back.
I’m trapped in an endless tango.
My dancing partner is Bad Luck.
Tied together with chains of fate,
We strut across the wooden floor.
With every attempt to leave this
Spinning choreography tornado,
I am twirled back into his arms.

I have this fear.
I live under its control.
I follow its instructions to the letter.
I avoid its anger and shudder at its mere presence.

I want to reach out and grow,
but I am trapped by glass
walls custom-made for me.

No bars on the windows.
No locks on the doors.
No reason to stay here.
No way I’m ever leaving.