The Other Side of the Glass

You say it’s because I’m young
That I don’t understand quite yet…
That it’s ok.
Because it’s not fair to “push” me…
To expect such from a “child”

I’ve heard these words before..
Then, I didn’t know..
I didn’t know what to say
I didn’t even know what I wanted

This past year..
I grew up..
Not that much
But just enough

To see things more clearly
To take things..more to heart

The truth is
It’s not my “age”
It’s that…it doesn’t really…make sense to me..
Love?
Soulmates?
Forever?
True happiness?

Seems so distant..
I reach out but they’re always just beyond my grasp
Hiding..teasing me..from behind a solid glass wall

They’re so surreal now..
I’ve become..numb to their existence..

Until I can find myself on the other side of the glass…
How do I believe…?