{"sf1_id":563574,"sf2_id":"A1p9PBJe","title":"Windows to the Soul","author":"Vorca22","words":261,"posted_at":"2013-07-15T10:44:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","Window","soul"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/563574-windows-to-the-soul","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/A1p9PBJe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/4d/f3/4df31ff9-e486-462f-93a4-5776021152bf","description":"I was feeling a little depressed when I wrote this. Sorry if it doesn't flow all that well, it just kind of came out.\nNo, I am not really this depressed. School was just weighing me down a bit.","content":"The hallways are dark,  \nThat lead to the open window.  \nThe walls, once brilliant,  \nBy pain, have been brought low.  \n  \nThe windows are open,  \nUnobstructed, so they can see  \nThe emptiness and shame,  \nThat has taken over me.  \n  \nOf rooms, there are a plenty;  \nOf stories, many unfold,  \nSpeak of endless tragedies,  \nNever ceasing to be told.  \n  \nThere are no happy endings,  \nNo fading into life,  \nJust tales of much misfortune,  \nAnd never-ending strife.  \n  \nWhen I should get out,  \nI travel in.  \nI see the true stories,  \nWhere another always wins.  \n  \nThere is no golden star,  \nNo glorious shouts of praise  \nFor the one who lays forgotten,  \nLost in endless days.  \n  \nIn my heart I wonder,  \nHow could this be real?  \nWith efforts I focus,  \nTo harden my heart with steel.  \n  \nTo fight the pain of life,  \nI close the doors for me,  \nAnd when I see a window,  \nThe pain is all I see.  \n  \nI try to be resourceful,  \nTo do my very best.  \nBut in the end, my efforts  \nFail like all the rest.  \n  \n  \nThe window that I see,  \nOpen to my misery,  \nI close to men,  \nTo seal me in.  \nA facade is all they'll see.  \n  \nAnd so I hide  \nAnd wait to end,  \nWith all the pain and sorrow,  \nMy terrible, but only friend.\n\n\u0026nbsp; They try to help,  \nBut I know the truth.  \nThey come to see the pain,  \nThat swallowed the joy of youth.  \n  \nThey tell me what I know,  \nBut tactfully you see.  \nAround the bush they beat,  \nTo show what I already see.  \n  \n  \n\n"}