If I Lived Outside My Window

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.

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