The Glass Knife

If I could have a gift

It wouldn't be material that wouldn't last a shift

It would be something taken from me swift

The gift would be confidence

Since all I could do was lie in compliance

Over something that should have been built up but was stripped away with malice.

My confidence was a glass knife.

Once it shatters, it ruins your life.

The world would go alight

When nothing was alright

And the world feels airtight.

My gift could help me feel fine

A fixed glass knife, handled properly could at last be mine.