Life in a Glass House

my soul has been exposed
on display for all to see
windows bear the existence
of the man I've come to be

they seem to be tinted
or covered with rain
for few have the desire
to witness the pain

and yet they throw rocks
for laughter and fun
my exterior too strong
as no damage is done

for my heart was already shattered
many many years ago
the left over shards
are what you now know

life in a glass house
is always so crystal clear
yet the very words I write
you never seem to hear........

Nice writing, those words describe how I have felt as well.