My entire existence
consists of
acquaintances
wearing painted smiles
submerged in my thoughts.

Occasionally,
an outside force disrupts the system
snowing down concerns

My home is made of glass
and I must ensure it’s safety;
If I don’t,
I will collapse.

A masked disturbance
intrudes my conscience:
“trust”.

My whole world
was in their hands,
and carelessly, it
escaped their grip.

A million shattered pieces lie,
abandoned,
as every internal thought spills out.

The shards kiss my skin;
cuts grow,
I acknowledge more harm than good
is being done
recreating what once was my home
out of it’s lifeless shell.

Examining from above
pain is disguised;
a blizzard of worries
appear beautiful in the eyes of others…
like a snow globe.