The Glass People

I look out from inside my hide-away, and watch the people scurry by. They hurry past, living their lives, unaware that the glass people exist. Some claim to know about us...they say things like "I Understand" and "It Will Be OK" and "You Can Do It". But they don't really know ME. In our glass worlds, we stay still and hope that the fury inside of us will not cause us to shatter. We hold our breath and watch our step and say we're sorry. We are shrouded in sadness and fear. Living in the world with the real people would break us, or would it?

I watch the real people manipulate each other and lie to one another. I watch them stomp upon their morals and then fall to their knees to beg forgiveness. They seem unable to control this cycle of madness...yet they say that I am the one who is mad. Why am I expected to live in their world? I do not care to cheat or be cheated...I do not want to destroy my morals, and I wish only the best for each and every other living being. I want to find happiness within myself...not from the outside.

I remain in my glass world; not happy, yet not unhappy. I am frozen in time, a statement of our society, of my family; but most of all, I am still ME. Please don't say you understand unless you, too, are one of the glass people. Please don't try to dissect me or my feelings; just be my friend. A friend to ME, not the the glass that you see.