Glass walls
We live our lives thow a glass wall.... we see the world as we preocive it, and find it hard to see it as other would... we sometimes find it easy to relate to people from our own emotions. But wehn you come arcoss someone that does think the same as you.. you can't quite grasp them... they are a complete engima. But you are the same to them... they think they might have some sorta grasp on you.. they think they might ... have some ideas of what and who you are.. but behind what they think lays you... you can't jump in here head to pull out all there personal feelings.... when iwas growing up i hated preps... not casue of who they where... but becasue they all clicked in with there own.. and there was no one for me to really click with.... every time i tried ... i found something that i didn't like... or something i out right hated... I've made mistakes in the past... i offen wounder if i had made one .... just one chnage in my life.... IF instead of dating the girl i did... if i had asked out mary.... she liked me.. i later found out... i've looked back some times at what she wrote in my year book... adn think of grand night... i aksed her what she would have said... it made me to be a compete loser... but ... for some reason there i felt.... invinable... no matter how loser i was to her... it just seemed like for once.. it didn't matter.. cause we could be losers to each other... she was popular... but didn't like it.. she only was casue it was hard to get out of it with out being a mean to every one... sorta how we ended up hanging out that whole night... I had ... for once.... Decided on somthing.... and was going to do it.. no matter what it ment... and it worked... We where listen to really crappy music cause her friends wanted to... i told her that i didn't wanna just stand around and that i was going to take off.... THIS GIRL I COULDN"T EVEN SPEAK TO BEFORE.. and now i was telling her that i was going to take off... When i said i couldn't belive i had spoke those words... as i walked away compete proud of myself and party saying Damn you just fucked up.. your not going to talk to her again.... I heard "HEy Ross, Wait up" .... WE talked the whole night. with out her friends... with out anyone else.. we just walked and talked... it was amazing... most of her "friends" wheren't there casue they could not think for them selves and first off she wasn't going to go... It's sorta odd.... she was' going till the last minute... i talked to her when i was getting my last minute ticket... when we where getting on the busses she asked me what buss i was on.. i told her.. and ... i heard she was trying to get swiched to that bus... which wasn't till after it all... I was just like.. wow... I can't fully explain it.. but i knew her since 4th grade.. and never.... NEVER spoken to her more then a few words. Ok.... It turned for a Glass wall speach to a "The one that got away" Who cares noone reads this... and if they do.. GET A LIFE ZAQY :-p (-:
back to the glass.... and the wall like ness...
Maybe we live in a glass maze... when where young we follow some sorta a patth layed out by our parents.. this then ..... programs how we'll choose when ever we come tot a split in the path.... The right path in this maze leads to riches and what ever you dreasm are... the wronge path... leads to a dead end... or a goal that is not yours. in this glass maze you meet other people just trying to find there way.... you talk breily telling them your Dreams... trying to find some hope in this lonly glass maze that is life... They flower there own paths... and you might later meet down the road... but ion this glass maze you can see everyone... ... but you might never meet them... you can see them.. shout at tthem.. but never really meet them ... Some people hate those they see... They see a group of people all walking together ... but they fail to see that there are Many glass walls between them. they are all walking down the different paths.. that are close to each other...
Don't hate others for being others... Don;t hate someone casue of how they look... or the outward apearince... Hell... i know i wasn't a "Nice" person.... at least when people first met me... i went tho school with a chip on my shoulder.. and veamon ready to fling. But people leaded to deal with that.... They learned that i'm not really that... they took there time to see ... that ... there was more to me.. and well... i know a few of them.. had more then what most people seemed to see... It's an eye opener when you meet some one.. and not there appearince... In a world of glass appearnce id everything.... how else are you to know what direction you wish to meet people ? to your left are people in black... to your right are people that look thug ... in front ... are people dressed in polo.... Yuore not a dark person... your not a thug.... you where polo.... so where do you go? Do you stand there till the people move? People arn't Fake ... there people... It is how we are.. it's how we adapt... when you your self do it.. you don't see... other wise you wouldn't do it... you say you don't fit in a group? you say you don't want a lable? Then why do it to others? .... Cause they are?/..... Go say hi and PROVE IT.
back to the glass.... and the wall like ness...
Maybe we live in a glass maze... when where young we follow some sorta a patth layed out by our parents.. this then ..... programs how we'll choose when ever we come tot a split in the path.... The right path in this maze leads to riches and what ever you dreasm are... the wronge path... leads to a dead end... or a goal that is not yours. in this glass maze you meet other people just trying to find there way.... you talk breily telling them your Dreams... trying to find some hope in this lonly glass maze that is life... They flower there own paths... and you might later meet down the road... but ion this glass maze you can see everyone... ... but you might never meet them... you can see them.. shout at tthem.. but never really meet them ... Some people hate those they see... They see a group of people all walking together ... but they fail to see that there are Many glass walls between them. they are all walking down the different paths.. that are close to each other...
Don't hate others for being others... Don;t hate someone casue of how they look... or the outward apearince... Hell... i know i wasn't a "Nice" person.... at least when people first met me... i went tho school with a chip on my shoulder.. and veamon ready to fling. But people leaded to deal with that.... They learned that i'm not really that... they took there time to see ... that ... there was more to me.. and well... i know a few of them.. had more then what most people seemed to see... It's an eye opener when you meet some one.. and not there appearince... In a world of glass appearnce id everything.... how else are you to know what direction you wish to meet people ? to your left are people in black... to your right are people that look thug ... in front ... are people dressed in polo.... Yuore not a dark person... your not a thug.... you where polo.... so where do you go? Do you stand there till the people move? People arn't Fake ... there people... It is how we are.. it's how we adapt... when you your self do it.. you don't see... other wise you wouldn't do it... you say you don't fit in a group? you say you don't want a lable? Then why do it to others? .... Cause they are?/..... Go say hi and PROVE IT.