June 18, 2010
Hiding behind a wall of glass.
Sheilding yourself with see-through lies.
People try but they can't get past
The trying-to-be-strong, wandering eyes.
Making yourself look smooth and clear.
Like the window blocking the real you.
You're standing there while I'm right here.
Knowing this transparent mask's not true.
But windows can be plastic, fragile, thin.
The people behind, like those, are fakes.
They are one-way windows, I see right in.
Eventually all glass breaks.

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aliveonink said...
Jul. 30, 2011 at 1:54 pm
I love the sentence" the people behind,like those, are fakes"it just pulls the whole poem together perfectly.Great job!
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Jul. 30, 2011 at 6:09 pm
thank you so much :)
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