Seeping

Sometimes I wonder.

I think.

I ponder.

Like hard rain thumping against thick glass.

The crystal liquid

Never seeps through.

Am I being ridiculous?

Am I doing it right?

I am unsure of my decision.

Unsure of my path.

When I see so many others, making their way

I silently struggle

I don't know what to say

They might be laughing

It's a bit hard to tell

Especially when one hides within a shell

A shell so deep

And as thick as they come

Nothing seeps in

Or out