SHATTERED GLASS EVERYWHERE WHERE I LIVE INSIDE MY GLASS HOUSE FROM WHICH I SEE PARTYING TO THE BREAK OF DAWN LIKE THEY DONT CARE YELLING AND SCREAMING PARTY OVER HERE SO IF WE ALL HAPPY WHO BROKE THE GLASS ? NEWSPAPERS TELL ME IT WAS THE SAME OLD BLAME FROM THE SAME OLD GAME OF SHAME STAINS OF RED TURNING BROWN FROM THE PAIN OF OPENED WOUNDS SHOTS AND CUTS , STABBING THE AGGRESIVE TO THE PASSIVE LEAVING CHURCH OR HOME PRAYING FOR A SAFE PASSAGE BUT STILL WHO BROKE THE GLASS THAT BREAKS MY STRIDE STEPPING HIGH PAST LIT CANDLES IN A MEMORIALTO SHATTERED GLASS EVERYWHERE GLASS AND SHARDS CATCHING LIGHT IN A REFLECTION ALWAYS AVAILABLE FOR INSPECTION OR A DRINK FROM A LIFE MIRROR HOW SLEAZY ARE THE HANDS THAT HOLD FATE SO CALLOULY IN DISREGARD MY GOD! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT OR A MOMENT OF DECEPTION TRUTH BE TOLD I WAS SOLD OUT IN THE MOMENT OF ANGER AND I DROPPED THE GLASS OF MY BROTHER MAN BECAUSE HE DROPPED MY BROTHERS MAN IT WASNT PLANNED BUT I JUST COULDNT STAND THE LOOK FROM HIS MIRROR BARING ME IN HIS IMAGE I BROKE THE GLASS AND SHATTERED MY LIFE AND THAT OF ANOTHER I BROKE THE GLASS I WAS FED UP WITH THE LIGHT AND LIES I WAS GIVEN I BROKE THE GLASS BECAUSE I WASNT USE TO THE LIGHT WE BREAK THE GLASS EVERYTIME WE TAKE LIFE FOR GRANTED PEOPLE ALWAYS REMAIN AFRAID OF LIKE IMAGES DEFINING THEM IN THE MIRROR