Walls & Windows

Some
Will never know what is in my heart

I give them a window to my soul
But they choose to try and look through walls

Walls that I help build
But no longer do

I constructed a window
Through which I wanted them to see me
And I asked them to look through

Those who look through the window
See my true self
In all it’s splendid humanness
In all it’s glory
In all it’s light and love
In all it’s pain
In all it’s flawed openness
In all it’s naked truth

Those who see through the window
And into my soul
Are the people who know me
Are the people who love me
Are the people who know I’m not perfect
But don’t expect me to be

Some choose not to look through that window
And instead choose to look at the walls
The walls we both built
The walls that I have removed
But they have not

If they look at the walls and not through the window
They will not see me
They will see something different
They will see what they themselves have written on those walls
They will see the images that they themselves have created
Because walls don’t stay bare for long

They take what’s inside of them and project it onto those bare walls
So that they have something to look at
Never realizing that those projections
Are theirs

They think they’re looking at me
But all they’re really seeing
Are themselves
All they’re actually looking at
Are they’re own faults
And flaws
And fears
That they can not own
That they can not take responsibility for

Because if they did
They would have to acknowledge that
It’s not me they’re seeing
And judging
And criticizing
And hating
And hurting

It’s themselves

It’s not my walls they see anymore
It’s their own


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