My window pain.

My window pane...

As the world passes by

immune to my hurt and sorrows

i sit on my window pane,staring

into other peoples joys

wishing they were mine, but then reality hits me

so i just sit there, and i cry

Reality; A word no one likes, a place no one wants to step into

A place so far away, yet too close to bear

it forces you,plays with your mind

and makes you have feelings that are so hurtfull

that you dont want to share...

Dreams on the other hand, set me free

beacause they show my secret desires

but sometimes even that turns into something dark and it is no longer

a fantasy..

Mixed up feelings put me in vain, as i dont know what to do anymore

as i sit on my window pane...