glass armor

abstract emotions

glittering through

RGB-tinted bits of glass

glued in patterns over my skin

each piece has a set of numbers

written in fine-point sharpie

and blown on discreetly

while i sit, silent, in dark rooms

fans whir beside me, calling to

my skin from beneath colorful armor,

calling it to rise and bubble up and

shake me where i am

i wonder if i’ll glitter as brightly

out of the sunshine as i do within;

i wonder how differently you’ll see me

and wonder why i wonder such things

(i was told when i get older)

(all my fears would shrink)

(but now i’m insecure)

(and i care what people think)

(‘stressed out’ - twenty one pilots)

glass armor, glass armor,

glued in agonizingly slow patterns

written over with sharpie

and making me tired

glass patterns and shaking broken skin

i wonder if i’d bleed with my armor on--

if someone cut me deep again

would the blood escape?

glass armor, glass armor

is it really all that much to

strip the skin away and layer myself

with bits of RGB-tinted glass, instead?

glass armor, glass armor,

please be thin enough to

let my thoughts escape

and let the Water on in

glass armor

glass armor

glass armor

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