Warmth and innocence lost,
the glass clouds.
Their perception of you,
unable to feel.

Independence and false confidence overshadow discontent,
pride forces a facade of fulfillment.
Openness, honesty die behind thick glass,
freedom caged by walls you built.

You sabotage your own happiness,
to save others from the chance.
Reaching out,
only to draw back behind more walls.

Glass gives only an illusion of reality.
Behind it,
you remain a spectator,
viewing life as a movie.

But it is not a movie.
You are not a character.
And slowly the clouds break,
with time the glass too melts.

You are left unprotected,
but it is real.
You can feel,
and it hurts.