Windows

Eyes can peer into my being
as if there's a window to my soul.
I stand naked for all to see.

But it's a one-way mirror.
I can't see through to you....

So what do you think?
Do I - can I own up to your approval?

I'll take my fists and bang on the glass.
I want to see you,
right through to you.
Who the hell do you think you are?

When all the glass shards sprinkle on the ground,
I only see into empty space.

At least I'm a real person, whereas you
are nothing.

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Song that inspired this blog: None of Your Business - Salt-N-Pepa
"Opinions are like assholes and everybody's got one"