Outside my window, I feel free.
Outside my window, I’m laughing with my friends.
Outside my window, I’m running, dancing, and being a kid.
Outside my window, there are obstacles.
Outside my window, there are dead ends.
Outside my window, I’m tripping, falling.
Outside my window, I brush off the dust.
Outside my window, I don’t let the hurt show through.
But inside my window, it’s a whole different story.
Inside my window, I feel trapped.
Inside my window, I trip and fall and tumble every step I take.
Inside my window, I let the hurt take over me.
Inside my window, there are obstacles around every corner.
Inside my window, I want to stop feeling this way.
Inside my window, I hide under the covers.
Inside my window, I hold my breath.
Inside my window, I wait for it to go away.
Inside my window, I wait to go back outside.
Because outside my window, I feel free.
