Looking Through The Window Not At It Poem by Madison Honda

Looking Through The Window Not At It



Looking through the window not at it
People see what they want to see,
They glance at a reflection of me,
They know my name not my story,
What is really inside is more, deeper, and possibly gory,
Do you see me through the window or are you staring at it,
Looking through the window not at it.

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