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.
Austin Kuba 