Everyone is like a glass window on a wall in the middle of blank space
When you look in it, you see right through it to the other side-Quick to judge before we know
Assuming all their likes and interests
What thier home life is like, how often they do this or thatWe judge, talk, and whisper as we pass the other
The thoughts that push yourself down
Those thoughts that make you choose to follow even as you play pretend leaderHow do you know it all to be true?
All we do is see right through
One smile then they must be ok!
One is loud, seemingly proud, they must not be afraid
But oh so much we hide
Shiny and new enough to look through
Instead just another dirty window and the only things we see aren't really true and cannot be seen all the way through
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Expression Is Priceless
PoetryThere's always thoughts and feelings to be shared. Or perhaps just run through your mind as you go on about your day. Am I right?