A Little Glass Girl
I look at that girl
Behind the glass
And i hate every little thing
I hate the swoop of her hair and the
Curve of her jaw
And i have this list in my head
That only gets longer.
I hate her for her
Eyes trailing the ground
Cuts on her wrist.
But hush, hush, don't tell,
Can't see her lonely written in red.
She's a fool and she's weak
And i keep telling these things
To the Little Glass Girl
But she already knows
All too well
How love is only
A waking dream
That she can never know.
But this was her lonesome lot.
This is the way the Little Glass Girl
Knew the world to work.
And it wasn't okay.
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