Looking through the glass of society, all I see is pain.
Why is it to me that the grass isn't green? All I see is faded colours.
And as you call to me through the trees;
all I can see is your unrequited happiness and wish to heaven that there was none.
Because looking through this glass, I realise, that it was not clean.
idk if it makes sense(: I've never really done poetry
-Dalliance(:
