This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Texas chapter.
Ceilings
There is glass in the sky
reflecting the rays of hope and
yet blinds the eyes of many
I feel like I alone
can see
The glass molds to mirror
reflecting my dearest sisters
hear the scream of all of us
for we alone believe
alone
Must mirror be of glass?
reflections of the twisted world
morphed into a blue black bruise
for glass too
must break