One way Mirror

Imagine being in front of a one way mirror.
On your side, you have four walls. They're blank. You see nothing but grey.
You're screaming, you want out.
You want to be understood and helped.

The other side? Hundreds of people watching... Staring...
They think you're crazy...
The door is to the left, why don't you just walk out?

They don't see it, but the seams are gone.
The handle is non-existant.
There is no way out, by yourself anyways..

If someone would just open the door, you would be free. You can calm down and realize you're ok.
But that never happens. They just stare. They judge, and prod.
You're abnormal because you're restricted.  

Why is life like this? Why are WE like this?
Why do we just stare... when someone is in need
Why doesn't anyone help ME?
HELP ME! No one.. No one helps.

I stare off into the distance, my expressions are blank.
While my mind is scattered all over, trying to find the exit.
My expressions wont let me out. It wont allow me to escape.
It just stares..
and prods..

This is my life.
A one way mirror.