GlasS

You see this girl?
She's a blurry mirror
That no one can read
No one to hear her
No one to help her
To find out what she needs.

Everyone that speaks
Is another no one
Ignoring what has happened to her face
All her life
She's been waiting for a someone
And now she doesn't have that many days.

Haunted always
By whispering shadows
So close to falling down that flight of stairs
Everything she ever wanted most
Out of reach
Or even ten thousand prayers.

This teenage boy
Is a stained glass window
Standing out, still destined to fade
Glance at the clock
It's a hundred past
The time he was supposed to reach his gate.

Another kid, you or me
Is a glass pebble
In someone else's hand
Getting ready to be thrown out to sea
As someone decided
It didn't need any more land.

I am the mirror
Always reflecting
And now I only see their stuck fast feet
Someone hear them
Someone launch them
And teach their weak butterfly wings to beat.

Panes of glass
And a pile of pebbles
All caught up in a fire's silver vapor
Someday built up
In the never-ending tower
Of a cloud's silver skyscraper.