You may be fooling everybody else, but you are not fooling me. I can see the show you put on to allow others the comfort of thinking you are okay, even though you are not. You do not want anyone to feel the pain of your shattered glass. The constant jokes and silly stories, used as a distraction to deter them from looking you in your eyes and seeing someone who is still stained from their past. They call you a jokester, and you like it, for you would rather be called goofy than bruised. You leave hints that grant a select few access to peek through the cracks, but hardly ever letting them see it all. If someone were to ask you, would you draw back the curtains and show them the full work in progress? I want you to realize that a stained glass window is more beautiful than a clean and clear one. You have the ability to show others that although previously broken, a stained glass window can become a masterpiece.

I am a foreigner
To all that once loved me
To all that once cared
To all that once observed me

A stranger who slept in your bed
Three weeks ago, a new eternity
I am a foreigner to you
You are a stranger to me

For a while I've been invisible
It started many many moons ago
The days pass and I fade away
It is quite something to undergo

You cannot be my lover
You 'wish' you'd be my friend
But you know like any other, it's over
These little white lies come to an end

There are many others that I've lost
Now, I am a foreigner to them all
They pretend they do not see me
Yet, I always respond when they call

Your name lingers in my mind
The aftertaste of a bittersweet drink
Every time you gaze through the window
But perhaps I overthink

𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦,
𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒. - 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙚

𝐼𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒.
𝐼𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑛𝑠.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡. - 𝙖 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙