Like Glass

I feel like some poems just speak for themselves.

I've mastered the fake smile,
Or rather the mask that says everything is okay.
On the inside I am like a boy with a slingshot,
Firing rocks at a glass house.

I wonder when it will break?

Author's Note

Float on.

Reviews

[Tamika]

Though so few words, I feel that this poem captures so much.

[dillonjensen]

Thank you.