House Of Glass Poem by Patrick Tincher
House Of Glass
I see you
You see me
Through this house of glass
We both look like mimes
Ever moving
Never speaking
My box is ever closing in
It's waiting to crush me
Your movements mean nothing to me
They are as hollow as my chest
You wear a pleasant smile
I know it's as empty as my soul
I would rather scratch out my eyes than see you
As we play this demented game
I hate you
I love you
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