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huge glass windows

clear as the day

yet no one sees the pain

caused by what you say

they can look into my life

and never see my soul

never see my broken heart

so guarded, so cold.

they can look inside those windows,

and think they see a loving family

but nothing will ever be right

until they truly see

this broken unit, the ruins of a war

the yelling and the screaming

the slamming of the doors

the bruises on my heart and mind

the pain in my eyes

the tears running down my mothers face

i cant live this kind of life

one day ill break that window

then the whole world will see

theyll feel what i know

and i will be free