go on, lara,

shut yourself,

in the confinements

of your fears

and hallucinations

while i sit here,

outside your soul,

waiting to be

allowed inside

go on, lara,

hide behind the walls

that you have built

with so much labor

but without benefits

for you are just like

someone in a car

with tinted windows,

relishing your privacy,

feeling so safe,

only you don't realize

that the world outside

loses its colours

when you see it

through tinted windows