I am lead-lined glass
Providing shielding
Yet externally
For nothing props up
These innards broken.

At least it feels that way
In moments of pain
While I lie awake
Fearing those nightmares
Shall return again.

I am lead-lined glass
Shined of smooth surface
Yet beneath is death
That familiar fiend
To quash all beauty.

At least it feels that way
In my room’s darkness
As thoughts turn to loss
And odds of falling.