Inside glass walls - Exposing the writer

We surround ourselves with glass walls...

through which we quietly observe...

we, the talented,

the charismatic...

we wish...

we were more talented, more charismatic...

and a bit less monotonic.

We stare into our blank piece of paper...

our canvas or our laptop...

we hear the sound of frustration through our iPod...

sitting on our ever-expanding behind,

we smell the sweat of hard labour...

as we stuff our mouths with potato chips,

we taste others starvation...

through a piece of paper and a little bit of ink...

their misery becomes our intellectual foundation.

So don't be afraid to look into my eyes...

you have no reason to hide...

no reason to lie...

inside these glass walls...

you have nothing to lose...

...nothing that is not already mine.