i want to peel your skin back
and reveal your deepest sweetness.
to look at your veins
and memorize their paths.
maybe then i’d understand
why you are so rough on the outside.
it takes a lot of work,
digging your fingernails into the flesh,
pulling and pulling until you are bare.
but it is all worth it;
to visit your center,
to break past what conceals you,
and take you apart
slice by slice.

will you still love me
if I don't smile today?
if my tears fall like raindrops
and my world tears at the seams?
if my voice breaks when I talk
and I seek the comfort of dreams?

will you still love me
if I don't cheer up today?
if I sit rigid in silence
and spend the whole day in bed?
if I find solace in cigarettes
and don't keep myself fed?

will you still love me
if I don't laugh today?
if I keep my thoughts hidden
and don't say what I mean?
if I curl up in darkness
and stare at a screen?

will you still love me
if I don't calm down today?
if my patience wears thin
and snaps like a thread?
if my eyes no longer sparkle
and are absent instead?

will you still love me
if I don't smile today?

I built myself a glass house,
A chamber of mind,
A house built so fragile
Afraid of the darkness that consumes below.

Glass shards that slowly break, reflecting the past,
I shake through the chamber of mind, afraid the voices might call again,
Shadows pressing closer, where is my path, unclear,
Glass shatters around me as I fall to my knees begging it to stop, but am trapped in a storm of my fragile thoughts,

Surrounded by a version of myself everyone wants me to be—
I reach out, but am bound to chains, unable to break free from my shackles,
I cry out for help, but the shadows of fear, helplessness and doubt, claw away at me,
Kicking and screaming in silence, but no one can hear me plea,

Slowly drowning myself, in a deep sea that never seems to end,
Every string of hope I once had is being ****** away into this glass house,
In A silent prison I lay.
While the others shine brightly, this glass house consumes my light.
In this glass house every step I take is a crack left behind, later to be discovered.

Trapped in this glass house.
Trapped but free,
Everyone sees me smile, but in this glass house I'm trapped in the version they long me to be

In this glass house I am strapped down to my knees hoping someone would come save me,
I can feel my chest tighten, each breath is another rush of panic through my veins.
Is this effort I worth the pain, I wonder.
Wonder if one day the cracks of the glass will show a path forward towards a better tomorrow
Tomorrow filled with acceptance, love and care

But today, I'm trapped in this chamber of mind, trapped bound by my own insecurities and doubts,
I claw at the walls, seeing myself, a person I no longer recognize,
Am I just left here imprisoned, until the glass breaks, and I shatter into pieces, taking years to heal from the glass wounds I endure.

I am not enough—
I am not ENOUGH!
I AM NOT ENOUGH.

Slowly losing in the depth of these walls
As if no one cares enough to see my true colors
Will anyone reach out to see my true self?
Before I shatter into dust
Losing everything.

Will tomorrow be the day I can finally break free?
Or am I stuck in today forever.

I AM NOT ENOUGH
I AM NOT ENOUGH, I say to myself

In this glass house I am stuck being the person I secretly hate
But everyone else loves—

But please tell me—
Am I enough?

Am I strong enough to break free from my own mind—
And its demons that I live with,
Am I strong enough to become the person I want to be?

Am I strong enough to bring light back into this glass house—
To break free and rebuild what once was beautiful.

But maybe, just maybe,
these cracks aren’t my undoing—
they are my escape.

The glass that once imprisoned me
will not define me.

I am not the reflection they see,
nor the shadows that haunt me.

I am more than my doubts,
more than my fears.

With every fracture, light seeps in,
revealing a path I never thought existed.

I will not shatter into nothingness—
I will break free.

I will rise from these shards,
not as the person they expect,
but as the person I choose to be.

And when the glass finally falls away,
I will stand, whole,
unafraid,
and finally—
enough.

Mother nature sings,
Mother nature weeps of joy,
She rushes to open every window,
Letting the euphoria sink in,
She reaches out and hugs the world,
Her voice so powerful,
Her golden tears dripping down,
Turning everything a fairytale,
Opening up her golden gates.

The trees they have long been deprived of mother natures touch,
At last, there seen, she hugs them tight,
For they have waited far too long-
The leaves turn crimson,
As she gently paints them.

The people wake up to natures gift,
The wind warm yet it still brushes you away, it echoes autumn's name.
Everything is a warm hug,
The world is maturing,
A toddlers dream,
So full of color-
A real life color book,
Full of crimson—gold and amber too.

Waking up in natures arms.
With sparkle in its eyes.

The world,
Wakes up,
On the day of autumn.