These are not fashion scars
That I bear upon my arms
Not a result of trying to fit in
But from the hate of my own skin

B r o k e n
B l o o d e d
G l a s s .

These are not faked tears
That I’ll cry tonight
Not clamoring for attention
But come from sheer desperation

S h a t t e r e d
S p l e n d o r o u s
G l a s s .

This is not a inhuman mask
That I hold upon my face
It’s only so you can’t see
What I can’t stand to be.

R e d
S t a i n e d
G l a s s .


August - 25 - 2007


UNRESTRAINED.
Unforced.
pain.

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