Walking on pebbles made of glass. Running through wild uncut grass.
It's peaceful here where you know your place. Knowing you don't have to hide your face.
Because here you're loved for who you are. Distasteful or charming, neither is barred.
Visitors are welcome, but rarely stay.
Poor souls are too used to being abused, whether by their own hand or the ones that they "love"-
their "serving" hearts a beacon above.
Here, no one will notice your unwavering performance.
It's best to leave that lying on the fence and come in naked, it's your greatest defense.