Faces pressed up against the windowpane of my soul
They are trying to peek into my life
All that they can see are the roses of innocence and the rainbows of happiness
They do not look close enough to see the snakes of betrayal that are coiled in camouflage around the stems of those roses
They do not pry long enough to understand that the wisps of clouds that float so closely to those bright rainbows are the white lies that have materialized to form and ocean of deception and I am drowning in the middle, stranded
No one stops by long enough to learn that the crumbling ruins that they admire so ardently for their barren beauty are the result of what a hardened heart looks like when it decides to break down the barriers it has hidden behind for so long
These faces are merely tourists; I should not be surprised when they leave me
I should expect it; I should accept it
Yet how can I accept the fact that I am merely considered to be an attraction, pretty to look at but easily forgotten. Why should I be the acting freak show that gets the round of applause yet when all is said and done and the families go home to their superficial lifestyles, I am left alone in a litter filled theatre sterile of trust and of friendship.
I only tell you these things now so that you may see
No one has ever bothered to get to know me
Until you