Okay so you know they call me TINA but how well do you really know me? This is my acrostic poem -Tina behind the glass

Telling pen and paper my troubles,

my laughs, my pain, 

giving these two unimaginable love

Inside my chambers a hole dug in,

once was filled but is now rapidly increasing

Nothing can refill the hole now permanently engraved and behind my back,

my hands are tied

A star shining brightly once in my heart now its' glow has been pushed into the dark.