I'm staring through glass again
Just like every morning
I sit and watch a world
I will never fully be a part of
I'm watching through glass
Like I'm here but not really
Because when I reach out
I am touching a window
Trapped in a glass box
Never fully present or absent
Perhaps I am the glass
I often am
Watching through myself
As a separate version of me
Trapped inside and out of reality
Glass is transparent
But people don't look past
Their distorted reflections
Just as they never see me
But I like this sometimes
Knowing no one will bother me
Maybe glass is nice
Maybe it's not
Maybe this is Stockholm Syndrome
Captive and captor at once
But it's how it is
So I'll learn to love it
Trapped in the glass of myself
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Random Thoughts
PoetryThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
