True Love of Coffee

I hate this feeling of glass

I fear it day and night

I hold myself from pushing too far

I despise that this is my freedom

I dare not break this thing I made

I keep it to protect my life apart

I damn myself for loving others

I care for those I see

I confess my will has broken me

I hear the beating of my heart

I touch it from within

I realize I am alone

I am held within this box

I know it cannot be destroyed

I see my efforts failed

I feel the cracks which distort my view

I cry from knowing this prison

I view my world with this broken glare

I wish my sight was whole

I know it distorts who I am

I do not reflect within this mirror

I try so hard to be myself

I want my voice to be so clear

I only wish to feel the touch

I see the world I want to reach

I am always feeling this space alone

I cannot touch this world in view

I deny this world to be touched by curse

I attempt to reach and always fail

I believe this pain will never break

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