in my house of glass I sit here and stare out into the streets everyone passes me by with smiles on their faces happiness is all around except in my house made of glass cheesy grins and fake ass attitudes like I’m sure that you really care about the problems are society faces they are secure in their own little places with fake plastic trees and astro terf yards cars that run on the power of h2o digital dogs, silicone bodies and designer clothes they surround themselves in material things just to drown out their problems I have tried but my glass house refuses to break I’ve seen the suffering and the needy I have felt the pain and had been one of the greedy all about myself not caring about anyone else it was allot easier that way no strings attached just watch your back and nothing else mattered it was better that way but in my glass house its really hard to throw stones because twice as many are thrown back at meBirth sign: Aries
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