Dear Window... Im sorry

Dear Window,
I can see right through you,
You seem perfect
Pulling the illusion off
Until sunlight reflects off you
Revealing your true appearance
All your dirty spots,
The tiny specks of dust that cling to you
scars carved deep into your glass
Hair line cracks snake through your surface
Slowly eroding, you’re broken
A melancholy window, just like the tortured home
To which you are attached
Peeping in on a family’s broken life
Frost gathers on one side
While the cold home on the inside
Freezes you where there should be warmth
No love radiates through from either
The world reaping bitterness
The home rendered loveless
You’re trapped
Lodged in between 2 worlds
Struggling to be the coldest
All see, what has gone on
On the inside and the out
Yet no actions taken, you’re left as a memoir
Of another broken home
            I’m sorry…