Glass house

I'm a boy trying to be a man,

Behind the glass walls of my glass house,

Outside people draw in from far and near,

Jeering and spitting at my glass house,

Feelings wash over me like a jabbing of a spear,

Pain and humility at the core of my being,

With blaint expression I curl in a ball,

As they taunt and sneer,

With stones and rocks my barrier falls!

Running at me with all that's sincere,

They shackled and beat me,

Till I was black and blue,

Yelling at my self,

Why am I such a fool?

To build my house out of glass,

The only barrier between me and the cruelty of the world,

A boy is not a man.