A Joke.

This shell happens to be made of glass,
And skin tight.
Just because you can see me,
Doesn't make me alright.

As you look at me,
My heart beating fast.
My chest slamming hard and heavy against the glass.
To take one step forward,
Is a slam in past.

Shallow cuts and heavy heart ache,
Form this cast.
Fixing and breaking simultaneously,
I think of all the things Iv'e tried to bury.

Lost in the sands of time,
And icy analytical thoughts.
The desert of my mind is,
where Iv'e grown hot,
blooded and hearted, melting sand and hope.

Solidifying this prison,
and a joke.
of a way,
to cope.