The glazier

It is just like, you find yourself inside a room, surrounded by a soundproofed glass, so you are there, you see everything, all the happy moments that are happening to the people around you... Well, they seemed to be happy, according to the happy faces they were making and their fucking grimaces. Everybody is so busy with their perfect life... So was I.. Until recently, when I accidentally broke the glass, and I started to hear their voices and I actually realized that the faces were not happy at all... They just seemed that way ... I was no longer isolated. I was there, present, and realized that I spend way too much time behind the glass... Even so, the next day, I called the glazier (just in case)...