After watching you tear yourself down, I find myself looking away and wiping away my tears. Why are you doing this to yourself? I don’t know what is going on because you won’t let me in, so I have to stay on the outside, trying to peer in through the glass. Can you at least help me by wiping away some of it? Or are you going to continue to force me to stand on tiptoe, in hopes of seeing into some part of your life? I don’t like being pushed outside and having the door slammed in my face. It leaves me helpless…and alone.