My Stained Glass Of A Wall Poem by Cena Rose

I am trying to get out
Trying to see
But the brick wall I created
Has turned into stained glass for me

And now I'm looking
From afar
But I can barely see through it
The glass has taken it, my night star

And now everythings going black
I can't see you anymore, Oh no
I'm in a twisting, turning glass
And my reflection is my one show

And though I can barely see
I know I have to move
I know I have to talk
I know I must improve

I've got to get out of here
I've got to see the light
But my own stained glass
Is trying to blind my sight

It changes
Can't you see?
Its right in front
Of me!

It turns
and twists
Showing that I'm just another crazy
Another wrist

But don't look there
Don't go
My stained glass
Is the only show

The only thing
The only block
The only hurt
The only lock

I can see you
Now I know
The stained glass helped me
See I need quid pro quo

I can't just give more clues
You need to help me too
My only thing thats wrong
Is that the glass doesnt block you





And to just explain one thing that people had problems with when reading this poem: The glass, the reason why the metaphor says that I can't break it, I can't be be free of it, is because in the end, I never wanted to be free of it. I want help, but then the glass has tricked me again... Perhaps I never want to be free. Perhaps I want the glass to be thicker...