Looking through this glass,
Sometimes it gets fogging,
With my thoughts of them,
Some have faces that are so sad,
Other just carry themselves in,
I sit here wondering why not me,
I'm as good as the one next to me,
Do I not look good enough for you?
I show no face to be with one
To be out of this place,
This place where we are all alike,
I want to breathe the air outside
I cross my fingers every time someone walks by,
Hoping that today is my day,
My day that I'm away from this place,
Away from all those who are just like you,
Those are just in the back row hanging out,
Blowing away life and not caring about others,
I know many people like that,
But as the light dims I realize today is not my day,
I sit behind this glass praying maybe of these days I could be free,
Free to breathe a real life away from this glass.
