Glass Castle

Acting happy and

acting like nothing is wrong

but in all honesty

my world is shattering

my glass castle is falling

into the swirling

darkness, wallowing

in the back of my scarred mind

beautiful breakdown

so graceful it is

almost sickeningly poetic

depression

This poem is about: 
Me

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