Through a Looking Glass

In the corner I am sitting watching people pass. Some are angry, some are happy, others anxious or scared. Through a looking glass I watch sealed in my shell. I try to keep my feelings hidden but easily I am broken. I wish I could fly, far, far away; up to the sky higher than high. Look down from my perch and see the people go by. For in the corner I am sitting trying to let the world go by. Clinging with my only hope, and hoping I can float. © K.Chun '96