I have to hide behind this glass, the dirty window in my life. I clean it, but it only works on the inside. The sun may show through for a moment and then disappears. No matter how I try, the world outside won’t stop trying to cover me, treat me as something unclean. I need to venture out of my closure, but when I do, I am looked down upon and surrounded by hatred. I don’t want to stay hidden. I want to live out in the air like anyone else who’s skin is accepted. For now, I have to stay inside and hope the filth of the world will finally change.