You are all a lone, and no one knows who you really are,
not a single soul to talk to, cast a glance, or share a wink.
And as you put up your brick wall, you wonder,
what do these people think?
Quiet, shy-too scared to say a word-
stuck behind walls made of glass that no one wants to be broken,
yet shatter to the ground when a single word is spoken.
What do these people think?