Thin Glass

Your mother invites me I realize not that you are tired of me Separated by a thin glass wall You stare through blankly Ignoring me I shift and move Hoping to gain your attention Though you shift away, and continue the same blank stare My attempts are fruitless, as always It’s deafening when we don’t speak In memory of times when we couldn’t stop Your brother is much sweeter on my sister Like you used to be I feel sad for what I expect to become of them And you audaciously criticize me When I dissociate from a character whose ears are blind To the sound of my voice Hypocrite, I think grossly to myself Though you are the one I love most I am constantly reminded that I want you more Even in the face of good times, I am reluctant, for I know they will be brief Before you stare back into the glass and and neglect me once more