To Bad

Who can say these words so true,
no one,
but maybe you.
How can I tell, how can I know,
all I can do is watch you.
A glass wall in between,
made of insecurities, or maybe its my impurities.
I don't know, but either way,
I can't touch this wall.
So sweet, so sure.
I am nothing, in nothingness, nothing at all.
I am a memory, I am the past.
No way to change this crooked path.