More through the glass

I cry and forget just like everyone else but still you dont seem to care.

You laugh and taunt as though im just a reflection on a mirror but you still dont seem to care.

The things i see behind the look glass is something to be seen but unfortunatly im just another reflection that you see.

As though my feelings and myself are invisible and hardly can be seen I see through my looking glass hoping to be seen.

You think your position is so great to which overpowers my disposition.

Its hard to express how I truly feel through the glass in which is pointed and confines me.

The more my thought are ignored and judged is sadly but a tale I feel as though I am a person who is more than what its seems