These walls I put up to protect,

In the end, only help to project.

This glass from which I hide behind,

Only reveals my truest mind.

I built a house around myself,

In order to present myself.

A light so nice I use to show,

A life where I can laugh and grow.

Removed from failure, fault, and fear,

I cannot help feeling meak and mere.

A smile sits upon my face,

As I hope my heart does not race.

But truth be told, I think they know,

I find it hard to let things go.

They see right through my walls of glass,

They see right through me, as they pass.