Glass Poem by Abigail Hauschild

I'm living in a world encased in glass
There are people who love me
But they can't reach me
Their touch feels cold
Their smiles are distorted to me
Everything feels shallow
I'm happy on the surface but deep in my soul I'm dying
Swallowing every bitter pill
Hoping one of them might finally end it
I'm tapping on the glass on my skin
Maybe it'll shatter and I'll feel again
Or maybe it will shatter me

I don't think I have a preference anymore