I have the ability to hear them talk—
Though only whispers reach this far.
Through this window I watch the show,
Their acting well— but with some flaws—
I hear the joy… but I can’t relate.
Behind this tinted window pane—
I watched myself neglect my life.
Bonds aren’t made through sheets of glass—
There’s beauty there… through the red sheets.
I felt their warmth— but not their soul.
I made myself a cage of glass—
Just off stage behind the mass.
To perform my part without a lines.
A role in films of better times.
My life became a silent score.
Or— are my views misconstrued.
Was my life was twisted from the past.
Has this darkness spread too far—
Why fool yourself once again?
Say the words within your heart.
I understand each spoken word.
I’ve heard their rants— they never worked.
Countless times I heard them say:
“Don’t waste your time on pointless days.”
That’s when I lost the words I never say.
I watch myself through broken glass—
Who’s the one that stares back now?
I do not recognize those pairs of eyes.
Clouded, empty… void of self.
Who’s in control— the actor, or me?
The cage I built with stained red glass.
To hide myself from the my past.
I felt this darkness long ago—
For reasons still— I do not know.
My story passed without a word.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 12:00 AM UTC
I have the ability to hear them talk—
Though only whispers reach this far.
Through this window I watch the show,
Their acting well— but with some flaws—
I hear the joy… but I can’t relate.
Behind this tinted window pane—
I watched myself neglect my life.
Bonds aren’t made through sheets of glass—
There’s beauty there… through the red sheets.
I felt their warmth— but not their soul.
I made myself a cage of glass—
Just off stage behind the mass.
To perform my part without a lines.
A role in films of better times.
My life became a silent score.
Or— are my views misconstrued.
Was my life was twisted from the past.
Has this darkness spread too far—
Why fool yourself once again?
Say the words within your heart.
I understand each spoken word.
I’ve heard their rants— they never worked.
Countless times I heard them say:
“Don’t waste your time on pointless days.”
That’s when I lost the words I never say.
I watch myself through broken glass—
Who’s the one that stares back now?
I do not recognize those pairs of eyes.
Clouded, empty… void of self.
Who’s in control— the actor, or me?
The cage I built with stained red glass.
To hide myself from the my past.
I felt this darkness long ago—
For reasons still— I do not know.
My story passed without a word.
