a clear glass window
presented in front of me
i press my face against it
my friends are who see
their warm smiling faces
i wish to join in
but i'm stuck on the outside
the outside looking in
and they're all having fun
the best time, i bet
but all i can do is watch
because they had to forget
can't help but feel jealous
though envy is a sin
but I hate the outside
the outside looking in
sometimes they come out
"hey, friend!" they say
but when the fun end, i'm locked out
at the end of the day
i scream so they might notice me
but to my chagrin
they can't hear me from the outside
the outside looking in
did I do something wrong?
was it something I said?
why can't I be inside
and be with you instead?
i might never know the truth
the truth that lies within
so i watch from the outside
the outside looking in
YOU ARE READING
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Poesía"P o e t r y is when an e m o t i o n has found its t h o u g h t and the thought has found w o r d s." - Robert Frost A messy collection of unedited/slightly edited poems written by yours truly except when noted otherwise, covering all sorts of top...
