The Man Behind the Glass Window
the man behind the glass window
i look outside and i see all the beautiful people
man and woman holding hands
friends talking to friends
i wished i was normal and was not confined
i am afraid to venture out
fear of rejection head full of doubt
if the world see me will they understand
behind the glass window i sit watching the world go by
longing in my heart my eyes too tired to cry
i reach out but no one sees
it is like i am invisible and no one cares for me
i pull down the blinds for the thousanth time
a prisinor in my own mind
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