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The Glass
On the outside of the glass,
I found myself today.
Observing myself at mass,
hearing myself pray.
All my movements were thoughtless,
and my thoughts didn\'t move.
I saw my own rudeness,
and cringed at my mood.
When I spoke to different people,
I heard what I said,
And I deserve that steeple
to come crash down on my head.
Then my glass would break,
and there would be nowhere to hide,
so I\'d have to face the things I make,
and be glad I hadn\'t died.
