I’ve always craved closeness, always pulled away,

Always held back things I couldn’t say

Feeling like I observed the world around me

Through a pane of bulletproof glass: I can see

But never touch, never feel,

Never really know if any of it is real

or in my head. Always at arms length

Using every ounce of my strength

To try to break through the barrier,

To truly feel connected, understood.

In a way, I thought that no one ever could.

Sometimes I tire of the struggle, want to weep

Lie down, give up, but I can’t. Won’t. I will keep

Fighting to break through to someone, anyone.

Who knows? Maybe it will be you.

 

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