Saturday, August 23, 2008

Glass House

I sent you a letter containing 'my beliefs'
That I didn't write
Didn't edit
Didn't care about.

You believed me
Trusted my experience
Obeyed my every suggestion

And where are you now?
In the Hell
I designed to look like Heaven
Reading my letters
Respecting my position

As I sit
In the window,
Watching from behind glass
Other's lives fall apart.

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