Glass houses, a stone was thrown,

Where vines with thorn and poison grown.

Mirror you look, but cannot see,

Thing you hate inside is me.

So much alike, minds eye blind,

Wall of stone you hide behind.

Fear the world would see what’s real,

Confront the pain too painful to feel.

Problems perceived, faults not mine,

No matter you can’t ignore the signs.

Bury them deep, you feel you must,

Someday the damage you’ll see I trust.

Stronger than you, you never realized,

Afraid to look into my eyes.

Afraid you’ll find myself in you,

False perception like bird would flew.

Carry on this childish game,

One day to burn out a candle flame.

My hope for you be sooner I pray,

Love yourself come-what-may.

~

~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~