When I'm clean, no one sees me
No one remembers I'm there.
When I'm clean, I become an invisible threat to the unobservant who run into me and rebound with shame.
It's only when I'm marred with smudges smeared across my face that people tend to notice me -and with disdain
Dirt collected over the years in all possible corners and edges.
Scratches and scars visible to all unless my face is kept veiled, or is replaced.
Thinness and thickness analyzed and commented upon as if that were the most important quality I had to offer.
I bring light into dark, boxed-in spaces.
I offer views of an exciting existence outside of walls.
I form a barrier between a living room and a Life.