house of glass

This glass house i live in protects me i see all that  happens outside but yet it still does not affect me i see playful birds i join in song but in their trees i dont belong, and the storms no matter  will never be able to hurt me. But now i fear the songs i hear are not but an illusion, the storms i see are of my own creation everything i see is not but my own fears. For this is not a house of glass but a cage of mirros.