I live in a castle of glass,

Where words hold weight

And too much weight,

Could cause my castle to break


If I say the wrong thing,

If I don’t do something just right,

Someone will break,

My castle of glass


Because the people in my castle,

They are storms,

Bottled in people shaped shells,

Forever growing


Even a slight crack,

In these bottles,

Could unleash the storm,

And break my castle of glass


So I have to keep my storm,

All bottled up,

Lest I unleash it,

And shatter my castle of glass


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