By- Naina Tyagi
I'm all alone,
Sitting on a window,
But I feel so low,
Staring at the people,
Through a glass,
Who are happy,
But maybe only I'm unhappy,
They smile,
I cry,
They laugh,
I sob,
They are cool,
I'm not even known,
They don't have problems,
And my life will be over but I won't get my solutions,
There are tons,
Tons of problems I face,
But you will never know,
And I'll never show,
I'm not transparent as water,
I have my walls,
Surrounding me,
Saving me,
From the unkind world,
And you will never be able to cross them,
And let alone break them.
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