I am outside looking in

Watching your smiling face

As you pretend

That everything is alright

When your demons

Rage

And you fight

Pretending that you are ok

Wanting something different

Something better . . . A new way

I sit outside looking in

Waiting . . .

Watching . . .

Writing . . .

As you pretend . . .

I sit outside looking in

At your face

Your glance . . . Your stare . . .

What means the most to you

Why do you value it . . . Why do you care

I sit on the outside looking in

At your beauty, poise and grace

The reflection that I see

Is not the one, not the case

For you

Know the secrets

Of your heart

The ones that made your soul

That tear you apart

The ones that haunt you in the day

The ones that are easily kept at bay

But . . .

Its late at night

When the dark

Reveals its self

To your lonely heart

That you wonder . . . Why

Eyes filled with regret

Lost dreams too . . . I bet

As tears silently slide down your face

I am on the outside looking in

Wanting to be close to you and then

Knowing your wounded spirit

Would have none of me

So I stay on the outside looking in

Wanting to be your close friend

But it’s the empty arms of others that you seek

What do they hold for you as they

Silently . . . listen . . . To the words you speak

To your woes

Your high and lows

But none understands better than me

But

I am on the outside

Looking in