Hide my emotions under a veil
Peel it off, yet I won’t reveal
I mirror the society imperfectly
But just enough to make them feel

That I’m normal
I’m normal
I’m normal
I’m normal
I repeat to myself
Over and over
Like the days that pass

I am but a glass
In a cupboard of cutlery
Blend in among the plates of silver and ivory
Overwhelmed and subdued
But silent, none to hear the story
A raging fire burning inside yet soft-spoken
You never notice glass unless it’s broken

Clean it up
And throw to waste
But the glass did do its best
Sweep it up and throw it away
Do you know how many glasses break each day?

Therefore, I persevere
Through ordeals severe
While I
Hide my emotions under a veil
Peel it off yet I won’t reveal
Act like a mirror
Onto which their reflection they see
And thus,
The society shall accept me.