stereotypical exception

Just getting started, 
A lot to share.
Quiet in person
Screaming through the glass mirror.

The stone statues stare with open eyes but cannot see;
Blinded by their rejection of reality.
With every cry for one cause or another,
We only prove our own lifelessness in conformity to the world's standards.
All the unknown unknowns we have yet to fear,
Where is the foundation of all that is here?

Perhaps it is best to confess your instinctive humanity.
Let someone in who allows you to feel free,
Hope can be fleeting but precious in the night.
Allow someone to love you who can shine a light.