Impossible expressions you can not read.
But what happened those neighborhoods
where you'd see open doors and open blinds
so everyone could behold "your" beauty - your home?
Now, trapped in a card board box I feel the tension,
the suffocation
but somehow this is your home
and you feel safe.
Objections and no worries. You are strong.
Outward appearances mean nothing to these people
so I am like a pebble laying on the ground.
They don't know me - they don't care for me.
That how it is here,
for you,
family is everything
and I know I can't butt into that.
I almost feel apologetic,
if it were not for you explanatory words filled with excuses
and regard.
This new "world" is close; connected, and you openly fill me with it.
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*Sorry if the ending comes up short. I kind of wrote this on the spot, in a sort of whip so to speak, but I'm just hoping it's good enough so that you guys can tell what I'm trying to say through this. Any critiques are fine. Tear it to shreds if you must.

