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