Looking through the glass.
Watching everyone and everything unfold.
Seeing people laugh, cry, and yell.
Watching the world behind this class was fine once.
Now it is a prison.
Once it was okay to be left out.
To be left to my own world.
But now it is hell.
I seek to find some connection with others.
Yet this glass remains between me and the world.
Each time I try to break it I end up bloody and hurt.
When I think it is gone I run right into it.
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Poems From a Mad mind.
PoetryPoems I have written. They tend to be quick reads. Some sad, happy, depressing, deep, and everything in between. They are not all good but I like to think I have a few good ones scattered through. Some are short some are longer. So are simple some a...
