you stand so proud and self-defined, like nothing gets to you.

at least until you sleep.

those things that haunt you in your dreams;

the uninvited scenes you try and cast aside.

is that all they mean to you?

the only face that looks at you is your own

and that's too much to face, the shame and doubt.

your shadows hide.

nothing helps the cause behind that glass.

too bad, you had so much to give.

is that all they mean to you?