Glass


Our bodies reflect our minds
So I’ve been made out of glass
And everyone else is blind
For they are all made out of brass

I’m forever stuck here intertwined
With people who just stand in a mass
Once knock of me and I’ll grind into parts
I cannot stand being so fragile, like fresh grass

If my mind could grow
Perhaps my body could as well
So I’ll work on being stronger
And escape being glass

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