Looking at me but not seeing me, I'm behind the glass and you look at it. The glass takes your eyes from me, makes them distant, makes them fake.
Why do you see the glass but not the girl behind it? Is it that thick? No, you choose to see it, to demune your mind, and distance it from me; TO the point where you only see what's in front or given, never seeking what is beneath or just past the surface, even if the surface is as simple as glass.
You could look through it! Its right there in front of you to see and you choose to take what they give you and don't demand any further. You choose not to see me, you choose not to know me, And for that you will never know who I really am.
1 like no other · Mon Feb 02, 2009 @ 11:06pm · 2 Comments |