Lady Hope


A Little Glass Girl


I look at that girl
Behind the glass
And i hate every little thing
About her.
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
And the
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.
It wasn't.

Submitted: Thursday, August 15, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 16, 2013

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