It's nights like this
That I remember there's
Tinted glass
Between us.
Our lives
Our worlds
Go through a filter
Before touching each other.
It's nights like this
I rememer that I'm the one
Banging on the glass
And screaming your name,
But either you can't hear me,
Or you
Don't
Want to.
Sometimes you glance up
And I ask myself
'What does that look mean?'
Or I internally shriek
'He actually sees me'
I've spent I don't know how long
At this point,
I've lost track,
Desperately trying
To get your attention.
I want to tell you.
I want to walk miles
And miles
To you,
And yell everything
I've never understood about you
And demand answers.
But that's selfish.
Right now it'd be selfish of me
To voice
What is going wrong,
And that reminds me
How trapped I am.
On the other side
Of tinted glass