Window

Staring at the blank page,
Not a word of my own in my mind,
Every story of the world passing
through a digital window,
but still I have nothing to say.
World grows, great things are done,
amazing people are found,
And these facts make money
when I sit and loathe myself in a corner.
The only place I can see myself
is in that corner,
the right angles that support me.
I try hard,
To just look at myself,
Just me, but it's clouded,
she is not there,
she is ashamed,
she can't accept herself.
And her outlet are these words,
Which provides her the window,
to escape,
atleast for a minute.