Expression

I was walking down Mohammed Mahmoud street today when I decided to take off my glasses and see the world from my eyes' point of view, not from the glasses' point of view. People started to become blurry shapes. The blurry shaped moved in the midday light. There were too many of them that I lost track and decided to look for something else.
Suddenly there's this huge wall that I am walking next to. The wall was lonely. It decided to have a conversation with me. So, I sat down next to wall and talked.
The wall has been here for many many years, long before I was born. It turns out the wall knows me and my whole family,too!
My grandmother was a psychopath, my father is a cheating bastard and my mother is just hysterical. My brother used to pass by here everyday on his way from one university campus to another.
I stopped liking the wall, and I got up to continue walking when the tree slapped me on the face and told me to sit down again.
Somehow, my roots are covered with mud.
Somehow, I will never see the people closest to me from the air's point of view.
Somehow, I don't know why I grew up to be one thing and not the other.
I got mad at the tree, but I kept it in. I sat down again, this time, crying. I wished I had never even noticed the wall in its loneliness and the tree protecting it.
I was sitting there, looking at my feet when I realized that, I know least about the people whom I should know about most.