Glass House

Violent pains stain the window panes of this glass house,
Quiet as a mouse
I creep around the yard
Searching near and far, 
For some understanding

Standing in your rain
Hoping the stains wane
With each passing moment
I know,
You're not this transparent

Parent(s) are truly the ones to blame
But we don't fault the insane,
Their misguided ways are your burdens to bare

And staring through your windows
I know, 
I can never justly leave this house unguarded.

So here's a shotgun and a dog. 
He barks
You call

Shoot anything that doesn't answer...
...For as long as that makes sense