There are glass walls between us all.
Or maybe just around me.
I wouldn't know.
I can only see mine.
Sometimes I let part of me step out from behind it,
yet always leaving some of me behind
in case I need to run back
and regain my illusion of safety.
I could shatter the glass wall,
but once shattered
it can't be rebuilt.
Everyone can break,
but not all can rebuild.
But everything is distorted here,
if there were no wall, I could see clearly.
And it's too confining here,
if there were no wall, I could be free.
The glass wall is deceiving.
It is stronger then it looks
and when my fist comes down,
it does not shatter
but the first cracks start to appear.