i stand there helpless on the outside looking in.

on the other side of the glass i see a girl giving all she's got to find the good in someone that cannot give her what she needs.

she smiles when they look, she smiles and giggles, and is happy. but really on the inside she is lonely. she is lonely and although she wont admit it i can see it through my little glass wall, from the outside looking in.

and i dont know how to tell her what to do. and i dont know what can be done to make it better.

because her faith is so strong, and sometimes you can't mess with something like faith.

but it is hurting her, and although she wont admit it and she thinks no one can see, i can see. i can see her pain.

the glass, although it prevents me from being able to help is perfectly clear.

and i want to smash it. i want to smash it, and go in and rescue the struggling girl, and say stop, stop what you are doing, look at the world, look around at all these people. they are just waiting for you. but people are not always patient. go catch them before they run away, before they are gone.

but right now, the glass wall through which i watch is too thick. too thick, and yet too fragile at the same time.

and i struggle trying to find a way through the glass, the glass that like her faith is too strong, and yet fragile, and i am afraid to lean on it for fear it might break.