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The Glass RoomFrom my beginning,you began to build,such a structure,to keep me closed.As I bloomed,growing older,the glass still beingbuilt higher and higher.It was crafted so finely,hard and beautiful,such a long task,to be where you wanted me.Sometimes I would breakthe lovely glass,you would pick up the pieces,with bare hands.You bore the pain,for I was young,your work not yet done,but soon I'd be closed in.You tortured me,locking me about,in that lonely,yet beautiful glass room.I was your dolly,from my birth,supposed to be forever,but now I'm breathing.Out on my own,the world was amazing,much better than theglass room I was once in.The glass contained patterns,your past etched along,mine coming along as well,I fueled your past's torturing.You wanted me perfect,but how could I be,I wasn't even born normal,and I almost died young.I couldn't be a porcelain doll,something expensive for you,I used to wish I could be,now I've seen reality.'Tis only was a glan
MonstersWe are...The ones who act,the ones who dress,the ones who look,different.Tormented,beaten,ignored.Abandoned,teased,abused.Unloved,broken,left behind.We are the ones who act, dress, and look different. Because of this, we are tormented, beaten, ignored, abandoned, unloved, broken, left behind, teased, and abused.We are The Monsters.The Monsters created by Society.