High School Map
In this life there are no options
A road mapped out before you
A certain path one must follow
No guidence of true understanding
A void of pure unsettling nature
A glass house full of shadowed figures
The walls talk
Sharing the stories of these masked people
The lives are published in the wide circle
When I peer inside to get a glimpse
I see hatred, not of myself
Reflected through the "pain" windows
Depressing sense inside me
To watch in amazement
Estranged feelings
Disarrayed tragedies
Outlined accounts of 'others' lives
Mesmorized by the intensity of the storyteller
He speaks in volumes
Recounting the events
Coming to a close
Silence,
still the heart.