Life is a shiny toy, and Im standing on the outside of the glass, looking in and desperately wanting to have it.
My bodily form is the glass; present, looked through but not upon.
My emotions are glass; fragile and easily broken.
I press my forehead to the glass, my nails clawing at the glass of my emotions as I stare at the life I want on the other side.
My teeth clench and transparent tears cling to my lashes.
My hands flatten on the glass as I feel the cold chill of my emotions on the surface.















Comments
and I mean that in a good way.
You give plenty of drive for a first person
narrative piece
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Being happy is better than being sad or angry, both are necessary; they show us just how nice happiness is.
~If you'd like something I've said to be clarified, just ask
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Being happy is better than being sad or angry, both are necessary; they show us just how nice happiness is.
~If you'd like something I've said to be clarified, just ask
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