Blurry

What do you think this poem "Blurry" is about? Not seeing beauty, feeling alone, or some other meaning? Let me know in comments below, and I'll reveal the meaning...

Blurry

I stood there, in the middle of blurry faces with blurry smiles,
Talking blurry all the while -
I stood there, clear as day,
Wondering what was there to say
As I stare out the window of my soul.
Rain drops clouding this perception –
Now, tainted glass I can’t see passed.
But I think beauty must exist out there,
Because in here, is the color of my fears.
Clear as the picture they must see -
Of me.
But beyond this foggy window,
Is a sure cluster of colors, 
Smeared like paint on murals of abstract ideas -
I wonder if those blurry faces have fears -
Because from here, I can’t see their tears.
But clearly, a stream runs down my face,
And this salt I can taste,
Tasteful as those painted murals,
And doesn’t that paint look so beautiful from here?
Smeared like those blurry smiles on blurry faces.
I think my vision just might be tainted.
A beautiful blur of colors out there,
But when I wipe away this salty stream,
How much beauty is there left to see?

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Isabel Ward