Emilie Autumn

What is feeling
If it can be smashed so easily?
Have I built up anything
In the course of a happy day
That cannot be torn down by tomorrow’s
Inevitable sorrows
Am I so fragile
That a word from the outside of the transparent orb
That encloses my physical self
Being said
Pricks the invisible dome
And leaves me utterly defenseless
Against the onslaught of everyday realities
And what is to be said for
Rebuilding that shell
Will it provide me