I'm Probably Safe In Here Anyway

I'm going to be honest here, I read a shitload of Bryan Lee O'Malley comic strips tonight, and that's what inspired me to write this one.
Their influence is pretty obvious on it.

It's Christmas in August
and I'm in a glass house
where the light shines in for 20 hours,
24 hours a day.
I can see her,
I can see all of the hers,
but they don't want to come in.
They like it in the real sun.

I have a tree with me,
it's decent but not great.
I climbed it once
but had to stop at my glass ceiling.
Is that a cliché? Shush.

I painted one of my walls green.
I don't really know why,
but it seemed a bit vibrant that way.
It's just me and the tree in here,
nothing else alive.

I have food though!
Maybe if she gets hungry
she might ask in
and be beside me, with me.
I'd like that.

I could break the walls
and bring the whole thing down
and be outside in the real sun,
with them.
But I like my house,
and the glass is shatterproof,
I think.
I'm probably safe in here anyway.