Glass House


In this glass I built my home
I have a bed, toothbrush and a comb
I have my coffee and a box of chamomile tea
I have my slippers, and a towel just for me
My mind is made up this glass is content
with no curves I can't get out & it cant be bent
its just hard and very tall
if I look up I feel so small
and when I touch the glass it feels so cold
maybe I'll stay here until I'm old
hmm but what if I get hungry
or gotta go use the potty
Oh my how will I go
This wasnt a good idea... ya know

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