Trusting myself is something I refrain, These subjugating feelings are hard to contain.
Treat of being human is something I seldom get, The one time I don't make myself feel upset.
I think I like me, sometimes, mind you, I like how from the bad I withdrew.
I like how seeing them smile, Makes the pain worth a while.
I am glad to have found the post, It was just a little push I needed the most.
Once while talking to a fervent mate in class, She said my tale was that of stained glass.
Broken; yet stunning when put together.
I think I like that idea, just waiting for the right weather,
It's been a real storm, it just never stops,
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, all this water slops.
So, until the end befalls, I will be the stained glass,
Allowing no light to pass.