From the recording THE GLASS HOUSE
Lyrics
The Glass House
by Krista Banks Kimerer
There’s an old saying,
people in glass houses
shouldn’t throw stones.
There’s a house on the hill.
It used to be white.
Now it’s glass.
Clear. Reflective.
Nothing hidden, and yet everything bent.
He is whoever you need him to be.
That’s the trick.
A malignant narcissist doesn’t lead.
He reflects.
You speak, he echoes.
You believe, he agrees.
You smile, he smiles back.
Not because it’s true,
but because it keeps you looking.
The man in that glass house
has secrets.
Ones he doesn’t want any of you to see.
So he throws.
Not stones of truth,
but stones of blame.
Loud. Constant. Relentless.
He points outward
so you never look inward.
Names enemies
so you never question him.
That’s the con.
That’s the show.
You think you’re seeing him,
but it’s you staring back.
Your values. Your faith. Your voice,
borrowed, rehearsed, returned.
You’re not following him.
You’re following a reflection
you recognize.
And here’s the thing about glass.
It breaks.
Not clean. Not simple.
It shatters into pieces
you don’t put back together.
Cracks don’t stay contained.
They spread.
Through walls.
Through foundations.
Through everything within reach.
And beyond it.
This house is fragile.
Handled wrong, it doesn’t crack.
It collapses.
And when it collapses,
it won’t just take him with it.
It takes everything inside,
everything caught in its orbit.
But here’s the truth.
We don’t have to accept
a house like this.
If we’re careful,
if we use steady hands,
if we treat what’s left with care, not chaos,
we can stop the shatter.
We can take it back.
Rebuild it stronger.
Make it worthy again.
Before the cracks decide for us,
and there’s nothing left to save.