SHATTER

Flesh and bones is what you see.
Strong willed with shaking knees
Memories of the good times have now faded away
Keeping my head above water is getting harder with each passing day
Drowning in my own sorrow and choking on my tears
Call it fate. Call it destiny. The walls I put up to keep others away are now my prison.
My fingers are bleeding from trying to scale these walls.
Sobbing and screaming to get out of my head. Please. Please. Make me 50 feet tall.
Skin is thick.
Bones are dense.
Painful bloody fingers are now starting to blister.
Like shards of glass. This pain is too intense
These walls are my very own Architectural Masterpiece.
Years and years it took to build them so thick and sturdy.
Not one person could penetrate them
Very pleased with my Masterpiece I so very was
Filled to my brim with fear, wanting the end to be near.
Weak and trembling.
I am made of glass.
My soul is broken
If I don't get out soon
I will shatter