Glass People Poem by chris schwartz

Glass people,
Walking the streets.
You can see
right through them
But they can't
See me.
Pretty red dresses
Starched white collars
Layered in fifth avenue
Outerwear.
Glass people
Pretend that they
Are not like you.
Though their hairstyle is different
They are the same
See through
Glass people.

Glass people
Driving down 270
In a Mercedes that was
Probably paid for
By You and me.
They see forward,
But they don't see
Ahead,
I am so tired
Of glass people.