Glass Box

Never have I felt so alone.

Surrounded by people who don’t see me,

Separated by our individual glass boxes,

Relying on their false security.

We stare at the same screen,

yet getting to know each other tastes bitter,

It seems almost obscene.

You may look into my eyes,

But our masks cover up the lies,

Is this the way that we atone?

For our endless greed

For relying on what we do not need

Have we purchased our own tickets to this show-

Doomed to watch together

And always sit alone?

I do not know the answer,

But I do know that loneliness is beginning to feel like home.