Glass House

The house is made of glass
I only noticed recently 
No one else has noticed
only me

The house is made of glass
My gaze bears daggers cracking the panes
A spiderweb taking shape 
letting droplets in from the rain 

The house is made of glass 
The others don’t seem to care
But I’m unraveling,
now that I’m aware 

The house is made of glass
I become intimately familiar with its design 
I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, 
toeing sanity’s line

The house is made of glass 
So fragile it could shatter
If I leave 
Would it really even matter? 

The house is made of glass 
I’ll go quietly in the night 
My reflection silently disappearing 
from sight 

They won’t follow 
Because they wouldn’t dare
The house is made of glass
And they like it there