I’m tired of saying sorry For things I didn't do I’m not the one to blame For your dreams not coming true I’m tired of walking on eggshells And tiptoeing around your mood The sight of me churns your guts And you start a bitter feud I’m sick of your disgusted looks I’m tired of you indifferent views My skin begins to crawl Deary, for you, I’ve got news Don’t be so quick to judge Don’t hold the holy stick You’re full of faults yourself you know You’re made of glass, don't throw

I felt a warmth through the glass where I layed my palm and stared into space. "You're not alone" my cells whispered. I saw your soul even though you were not there. There was the vast world speeding by as I ascended higher and higher into the clouds. In that vastness was your soul and mine. In this beautifully drawn canvas of the universe, we get to etch our story in a small corner, and contribute to the greater picture of this plane we call existence.