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  • Interrogation?

    Two-sided glass, one way mirror
    If you look left, things seem a little clearer
    But if you’re on the right side, things look wrong
    You’re on the inside, looking out, you know you don’t belong
    Touch the glass with your finger, and your finger touches you
    An illusion of the eyes, a trick, you know it isn’t true
    But the eyes behind the glass, you know, can see each move you make
    The tremors, fear, even the tears — they know all your mistakes
    You might try to hide, escape, or act like you don’t care
    Slouch and swear or kick and call, so they know you’re not scared
    But you’re not fooling anyone, they’ve seen so many times
    The tricks, the dips, the stupid quips with rude, half-hearted rhymes
    You’re no one new, you’re just a number waiting inside the room
    Of another practical nursing exam that you arrived to an hour too soon