On the Outside

March 24, 2008
Watching closely,

From the outside.

So much to do,

So much to hide.

To think that I,

Was one of them.

To think that I,

Could hurt my friends.

Don’t want to hurt.

Don’t want to hide.

Don’t want to look

Down from the sky.

So all alone,

I sit here watching.

I sit here hiding.

I sit here crying.

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