Glass Figurine
You look at me through the glass,
Although it is not me you see,
The people look yet still they pass,
My eternity trapped with a piece of glass that is me,
Kept behind a wall for show,
The looks I receive create and fuel my fear,
My self-esteem at a low
Your eyes at me still they leer,
You pay the price to take me home,
Your pity on me a great relief
Thank the savior that your attention shall once again roam,
The objects you collect have become your belief,
I have become an object of desire,
I want the pleasure of being free,
Anything to be ride of this curse of fire,
My soul from you I will place my plea,
Today I have fallen to the floor,
You weep with great sorrow for my loss,
You open the door,
To the garbage can me you toss.
Although it is not me you see,
The people look yet still they pass,
My eternity trapped with a piece of glass that is me,
Kept behind a wall for show,
The looks I receive create and fuel my fear,
My self-esteem at a low
Your eyes at me still they leer,
You pay the price to take me home,
Your pity on me a great relief
Thank the savior that your attention shall once again roam,
The objects you collect have become your belief,
I have become an object of desire,
I want the pleasure of being free,
Anything to be ride of this curse of fire,
My soul from you I will place my plea,
Today I have fallen to the floor,
You weep with great sorrow for my loss,
You open the door,
To the garbage can me you toss.