That "Glassy" Feeling
Eyes are everywhere
Words are loud
Too often mistaken
For it's all just a misty cloud
They continue talking
You edge closer for a bit more
They hardly glimpse at you
Oh young soul, your heart becomes sore
Hunched down in a warm shower
To wash the sorrows away
As you get back up to see your reflection
The steam reminds you of it once again
An end root seems impossible
Except those blades that look appealing
Someone please hear me out
I'm tired of this Glassy Feeling
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