This glass house might break; don't ask me how I'm doing
I might really tell you how much I'm really hurting
You say you miss the old me but she is gone and buried
I'm learning to find the peace of mind where this glass house can feel safe again
The place that used to stand so strong is now moved with the slightest wind
Ever mindful of the pain that endlessly wounds and weakens the foundation
This glass house is transparent and clear, unable to hide
the fragments left over and the emptiness inside
The warmth and security left when the veil fell down that day
I have no strength to mask the heartache that is on display
While I don't want to share my grief with all
It's impossible to contain the pain, the guilt, the loss
So I am destined to identify with this fragile state of mind
A glass house in essence, but fragile in real life
Don't expect me to take the steps you think I should be taking
I'm fragile and I could break if I rush because you make me
The heart that once knew perfection is buried, you see
And this glass house can't help but show this burden of grief I carry.
Franchesca Cox
