Melancholy Me

Glass houses and such, should not garden stones
Yet, sitting inside I feel each bruise,
I wish the glass would shatter or crack
To shelter me from its abusive views.

It closes in, these walls I feel
Closer, closer till I can no longer breathe,
Taking the air from out of my lungs
And enveloping me in a sheathe.

I feel the world is throwing stones
And I am in the projected path,
Picked on, screamed at and thrown to the ground
To lay there and absorb its impending wrath.

Please, someone take me from this house of glass
Remove me from the glaring eye,
I feel I'm not meant to be seen or heard
Though I need to scream, I need to cry

Inside my skin I try to climb out
To separate myself from within,
I want to walk away from it all
To not look back at where I've been.

I feel my heartbeat faster yet
Afraid of my own indecision,
I try to break free from this crystal hell
But I shatter inside my own prison.

I lay down my head to stop the noise
The pounding inside of these walls.
Just a little while till sleep comforts me
And my dreams of what I'm not, calls

It would be so much easier to claim myself
If I didn't feel broken inside
I'm trying to accept the shattered me
But its times like these, I've died.