Glass window panes
This is where I live
from my oblivion, I watch the world
From my oblivion.
I stand, walk, observe
within the void of the outside world
without ever really being in it.
I watch people, places, and things
Nothing escapesmy eyes.
I see all
But in the world no on see's me
because they are too busy trying
to see what I see.
convinced.
Coonvinced they have studied the others
the way I have.
Convinced they have the knowledge of
what the other's buttons or limitations lie
This is what you aquire when you
live in the glass castle full of
glass windows
I knw they don't have this
because i have studied then
and they
don't live in
this oblivion
in my oblivion
it is myblessing
my curse
To forever observe humanity
through solitary confnement
whatever enchantment that
has been cast on that
Glass Castle walls
and glass windows,
No one seems to see in.
they flash their flashlights
aat my oblivion and
they see nothing
while they temporarily
blind me.
And they will never know
Never know
of my obliivon
My glass castle
with Glass Windows

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Moon Willows Tantrums
PoetryPeople know me as someone who speaks. They have never heard my poetry. Because that is where I scream.