gaspar-bothe

I'm standing behind this sliding glass door.
My family is on the other side.
It's sad really, 
to feel like I cant be with them.
It pains me,
to see them being happy,
While I seclude myself inside my room.
Its not my fault really.
I can't control it. 
These four walls that surround me, 
understand me, 
understand my greatest fears.
Have seen me in my worst state. 
Yet, they won't judge me at all. 
They listen, 
they see, 
they don't care. 
Thats what I really need. 
Someone who accepts me for me,
and won't say or judge me for it.