Glasshouse

My little glasshouse can take it all.
The name calling, yelling, laughs and mocking...
Your glares.
Until the night.
The roof comes crashing down.
Wounding my skin. Tearing my flesh.
Shredding my hopes of better tomorrow.
And end of the day, there's nothing left of me.
And when morning comes,
I rebuild.
And I rebuild again, again and again. 'Till my heart is just
little bit too heavy, little bit too dark to care anymore.
I think I'm beginning to hate you. Afterall it was you
who made my heart little bit too dark and heavy to care.