I am among those

Who are made of glass

Fragile, brittle,ready to

Break

At the slightest movement

The masks we wear are see-through

No matter how hard we try to conceal

Who we are

We'll always find that our

Faulty, crystaline facade will crumble,

Revealing the shivering form

That lies behind the thin,

Translucent Veil, consumed by

Loneliness

Worthlessness

Hopelessess

Our inner demons, our insecurities

Prevent us from letting our true colors

Bleed Through

They just furl and

Twist

Churning,

Festering,

In the place where our Hearts

Should be

We yearn for the day when

We'll fee safe enough, Secure within

Ourselves

To let our true selves be

Known

To allow our

Thoughts, emotions and beliefs

To be released

But for now, we will continue to

Cower within our

Shatterable Shells

Drowning in, and

Choking on,

Our own

Desitution.