A New Woman

Evil glass

Bottles are evil.
They store too much information.
You try to stop it and get rid of the pain.
But the glass seems so strong it will not smash.
So you count the days that pass you by.
Even though it's no worry and you make it seem that way.
So you never think positive ok so they're no good.
If you can't dumb put them in the right order.
Bottom, middle and top.
Superficial, friends at times, and the honest, trustworthy real diamonds.
Can you see why you can't keep it in.
One day when you find the way and the meaning inside.
Soon you'll say goodbye to them and goodbye to everything that you knew.
They were put above what they really were.
They're not what you think they are.
So put them right.
Then someday.
Someway.
Sometime the glass will finally smash.
Letting you breathe once again in time.
Then the evil glass will cry out at it's loss and so will they.
Knowing they hurt you inside.
So they'll learn life doesn't go right for them too and they'll get dose of their medicine someday.
Yes glass is evil, but you can smash the damn thing by doing it right.


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