Stop the brain
Cease the pain
Refrain from distain
The hours; they slip past
Another day gone by; at last
Dawn to follow; so fast
To wake another morn’
Removed all stuck in thorns
Reclaimed your thrown of scorn
Beseech of those who have betrayed
Replace the thoughts from yesterday
Building a tomorrow, evenly today
Into your glass house; you quicky retreat
No stones will you cast; no words to speak
Shards of glass no longer stuck in your feet
With out a crown
If you have to, you’ll go it alone
A venture called
“Home”
I, Rose, Amongst thorns 
A sanctuary of glass? Don’t think I would like it….too many eyes prying.
that’s how i’ve felt my whole life. Set out there into society to be mocked, ridiculed, and over all judged for the mental disorder that I contend with. Thought it was visible by looks….i now realize i am but a grain of sand….mch love & light myfriend thank you for reading me I love you for that