Snow Globe

I envy the ones who live in the snow globe,
that cast shadows on my bedroom ceiling at night.
Ceramic figures with painted smiles.
I don’t really envy them,
only the fact they live the snow globe itself.
They don’t have to worry,
about the harsh reality that lies outside of that glass barrier.
They can do whatever they like,
without having to care about how it makes them look.
They get to be care-free,
They get to be protected by the glass,
They get to be happy inside of the manufactured world of theirs.

I hate that.
I hate that I have to face this world without being able to do what they can.
I hate that we don’t have the barrier they have.
I hate them.
And I especially hate that I can’t be them.

So maybe one day the rest of us can find that snow globe of our own.
Where we can be care-free,
Where we can be safe,
Where we can be happy.
For the first time in what seems like forever.