| Images of Reality |
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| she sits and stares, looking out the window, all she wants is to feel fresh air, she wants to be out, free t obe happy and sad, without having someone always there to talk, occasionally is okay, but not all the time; she sees through her window, people living their lives, going to work, completely unaware, that people are trapped only a few feet away; they are trapped in themselves, in their pain; she knows these people, and she knows their pain, cuz she's right there, by their side, staring out the windows, seeing waht they should be, fighting to make those images into how they really are. 10/4/03 |
| This poem was written while I was inpatient at a psychiatric hospital. |
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