not like that at all

how easy it is
to mend
the faults of others
to see clearly
the bumps
and cracks
in their walls.
to fix
the fissures,
seal
the holes
that lets cold
in, or worse,
rain swept
hard by wind.
they are
blind to it all.
no longer aware,
of what is
falling down,
familiarity
breeding
contentment,
you are so glad
that you are not
like that, not
like that
at all.