In My Darkened Room

In my darkened room,

    I spy into the lives of others.

I see them as they never see themselves.

I see all the flaws that are on the surface,

    and sometimes, those they think they hide.

I see the inside of their homes,

      nothing escapes my scrutiny.



I watch their children, being born, playing, growing, achieving.

I see the graduations, the weddings, sometimes the funerals,

    and all that happens in-between.

I see the politicians that rise to fame and those that fall into obscurity.

    I see lives that have fallen to the wayside.

I move in for a closer look,, back slightly away, then in again.



I am a part of all your lives,

    always trying to bring forth your best image.

And you don't even know me.



I am forgotten,

    in my darkened room.