The Other Side

Hand on the
cold glass
I can see
myself on
the other side
lauging,
smiling,
living,
while I cry
on the other side
desperately needing
the other side
but the glass
does not bend
nor break
against my repeated
beats,
kicks,
screams,
as I continue
to watch
myself on
the other side
laughing,
always laughing,
always happy,
while I fall
on the other side
crying against the glass
that will never bend
nor break
but always
stand between me
tormenting the screams
as I beat
the glass
holding me
between two worlds
cold against
my plams
as I desperately
try to get
to the other side.

#28daysofwriting  poem 4
The picture is from a shared site.