Shattering Control

My window's laughing, can't you hear?

A lamenting, mournful snide.

It finds my sobs amusing,

And it snickers at my pride.

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It tells me that I'm worthless;

A ridiculed recluse.

It thinks that I'd to best

To find my comfort in a nuise.

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At first I failed to listen;

But unkind words are comic things.

And now that's all I hear;

These rhyming riddles os severed wings.

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It's like a mirror, really; a glass portal to

A place I can't reach.

It's my boundary; my vice. The one torn

Appendage I'll never breach.

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Its steel, glazed clear surface

Leaves burns across my skin;

An its grip will never shatter…

…So I know I'll never win.