The Girl Beyond The Glass Wall

The glass wall between me and myself (2026).

My hand touches the glass
That reaches up over my head.
Miles of glass obscure my vision;
They make it hard to see you.
My, how pretty you are, though.

Matching striped shirts,
Mitch-matching socks,
Many perfect pieces of you
Mimic broken pieces of me.

You look so perfect there,
My reflection, you look so happy.
You are surrounded by others
Millions of people who bring out
Youth in you, it is beautiful.

Years ago, you used to be here,
You were where I am now.
Yielding my pain, before
Yellow was on your side and purple on mine.

Please, I want to be with you.
Yellow is my favorite color, too.
Purple is wrong and sticky; it
Yells, and you know I can't take it.
Please, let me out.

Poetry is my only escape,
Puttering about in my mind.
Purple hues haunt me, and I
Plead to be set free.

There isn't a way out, is there?
Past, present, future
Till I am broken and bruised and
Pretty, bleeding on the floor.
Think of me, on your side of the wall.

There isn't anything for me
There anyway, it is useless.
Time and time again, I've
Trickled away from you.

But you are so beautiful.
The perfected version of me
Bathed in yellow and sunshine,
Taught by love and kindness,
Beating me to healing.

Butterflies fly around you
Beating their wings against your face,
But I am over here without you,
Bleeding on the floor. I miss you.
But, please, don't ever miss me.