Christine A Kysely

Rookie (Merrill, Wisconsin USA)

Glass Houses - Poem by Christine A Kysely

I see how people live
in their glass houses...
and life doesn't seem so hard...

Sometimes I think
that people should see
outside of their own world
how the world really looks
from the inside of me,
from inside my glass prism
the glass house of cards
that's me...

And that they should feel,
what it is like...
and they should know,
that laughter masks my pain,
and that maybe they could care,
if they ever looked
outside their glass houses...

And then they would know
how really hard it is
to be me...
and not just them...
to be me...just for today...
In my glass house...

The glass house that is me.

(November 10,2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 25, 2010



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