Glass dome

I was so happy,

But now, I feel crappy,

But why? I don't know,

Guess my heart was always covered in snow,

Maybe, the short lived sunlight,

Made me forget about all the fright,

Maybe I just forgot,

How sad and lonely it got,

Maybe the clear glass dome,

Made me think it was a real home,

The spring, which bloomed the flowers,

Got replaced by a cold night, under covers,

I don't know? What should I do?

As my palette runs out of its hue,

Trapped in a fragile and small beautiful glass dome,

Which has no remnants of the once peaceful home,

Now I am just sad and suffocated,

Wishing, that my feelings would finally be spotted...