She stands there,
looking through the glass
looking at the world
through the lens,
blocking out the chaos.
But it blows in,
making her petite heart
chain sway with the hate,
and uncontrolled elegance.
The emotions built up,
and the cork stopping them up,
they blow apart, breaking the glass.
Her gentkly facade shatters,
the shards piercing.
And she falls within herself
again.
