In A Glass HouseWe've both found homes in someone else, but sometimes, I feel like I'm living in a home made of glass.More Like This
I stride cautiously and gingerly, in fear my sanctuary will crash under my feet and crumble around me.
I've been from house to house, never knowing any real home.
I'm content yet careful with this one.
For how fragile I may think she is, she has survived many storms.
The thing about me is that I'm a magnet for tornadoes.
I'm restless at night wondering when one will come and take my home from me.
But, for now, I'm living in a home made of glass.