madness

From inside the glasshouse,
     I would like to throw a stone
watch the so-called glasshole form
         the amateurish design
and put one of my hand thro'..
It would get me bruised though,
  a curious scan of the blood that
runs in me, what it has and lacks in, afterall..
And then watch the wounds heal with time..
Scars to remind of the moments how
a mad mad girl grow to be yet another
                          mad mad woman..