I Am an Empty Glass

I am an empty glass

(that’s how they see me)

 

they fill me up

they pour me everything

every sorrow

every anger

their madness

their frustrations

they pour me everything

 

but never their happiness

 

I am an empty glass

my transparency;

it hides a lot…

 

my sorrow

my anger

my madness

my frustrations

 

 

I am an empty glass

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