Writing A Poem (PG)

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I have written a poem called Behind the Glass Wall that is fairly good, Tell me what you think of it and if I could change it.

To shelter from lifes harsh surround,
In Hiding from each sight and sound,
An Ostrich with its head in the sand,
Behinf the wall of glass I stand.

The Bitterness of callous Folk,
Their words as knives that prod and poke,
Uncaring for their fellow man,
To creatures of a different clan.

In towers high where giants dwell,
Creating their own living hell,
For others who befall their scorn,
Are trampled under feet forlorn.

In refuge from their sneer and snide,
Behind this wall of glass I hide,
Isolated from the clones,
Who own the hands that throw the stones.

This wall of glass I've built before ,
Steadfast to those that stare in awe,
I'ts fragile strength may stand to be,
A false sense of security.

In times of tension and of trouble,
Deep inside this lifeless bubble,
Virtue and all things that mattered,
Fragile behind this wall now shattered.

From inner light of mans own heart,
With faith behold the seas did part,
This wall so thin a falsedefender,
Bears no strength when set to render.

But still in hope this wall will be,
If only as imaginary,
The stamina to bear the strain,
To forge a path and live again.