I for one hated the fact that no one would see through the glass and find me the way I should be found, Beautiful. I am beautiful I know, but the other creatures who lurk around me those things called boys never saw the beauty in my soul. The bitterness I show would all go away once they show me, love. Oh so false the lies that I was proven to and I question myself daily if this is what I want to be seen through glass, I broke the glass with my fist I curled my lightly colored brown hair, curled my lashes and didn't care. I was hit by a breeze as it almost knocked me towards the pavement. I have never felt this way in years of my encagement, the shards of glass on the ground as I stalk off into the dark where the only thing that the creatures see, is me.