Glass House from Glass House by Wyatt Whyte

You're the dream I almost had
The echo in the hall the ghosts in the walls
And its here I laid my head
Bold and naked within this bed

I spent my evenings fiddling on the roof that mends itself
Only to find my transparent walls covered in grout
Maybe I should have spent my time humble and stout
Maybe I should have left my pride and poise sitting upon a shelf

I fell in love with the mirror that reflects only upon itself
Lost in fear and cast in doubt
Wandering the halls hoping to find myself
Living in the glass house never spares its bouts

I spent my evenings fiddling on the roof that mends itself
Only to find my transparent walls covered in grout
Maybe I should have spent my time humble and stout
Maybe I should have left my pride and poise sitting upon a shelf

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