tinted

i was on the bus going home from school and thought about winows and all...enjoy

Funny

Isnt it?

How people look at life,

Through glass partitions,

Through windows.

 

For some

The glass is clean

No smudges

Nope, no cracks there

And if some impurity

Happens to fall

There are wipers

That instantly sweep them away

Luck them.

 

Lucky me.

My windows

Are tinted black

No one can see in

No one can see past the  smooth black surface

The smooth outer surface

That just barely hides the spiderweb of cracks

Shattered Blackness.

 

Lucky me.

No one can see in

But I can see out

And everything is overcast

In darkness.

 

Author's Note

all comments and critisism is appreciated and welcome...thanx!