Little windows

life, full of little windows
Sometimes inside looking out
Sometimes looking in
But little windows just the same
Never seeing the full picture
Trusting that everything is the truth 
On the other side
Of the little windows
And if I'm looking out or in
What do they see looking back?
do they see me?
all of me?
The pain , anger ... guilt, love laughter desire loneliness?
or do they just see the smallest me
looking back,
through the little windows