Outside my window

Outside my window,

I view the people go by

Each body, and each mind, and each eye, and each life

So complex and alive. So different from mine

What struggles do they face?

Do they cry and whine?

Or are they stoic and strong, 

mouth thin as a line

I’m jealous of them, 

for I whine, and I cry, and I tear

I wish I could be strong, yet I cower in fear

behind the glass I try to disappear,

Inside my window

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