Glass House.

I have a friend who lives in a glass house
though it's all milky, it's still fragile glass.
He can't see through the wall
and he can't see through the door
and he can't see through the windows
to what's happening in the outside world
though he thinks he sees it all through his peephole.

When the wind blows hard
and pebbles break through
he blames the government
and he blames society
and he blames everything but the little rocks
that actually did shatter his home
and his insecure dream.

Sometimes he gets angry
and throws things around
for reasons that only he knows.
And then he sees what he's done
to is fabulous glass house
and he clutches his head
and falls to his knees
and blames the government
and blames society
rather than himself
because it's just easier that way,
and to him, it makes more sense
than the idea that he
that he
that he might actually be the one
causing damage that need not be done
to his precious
delicate
glass
head.

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