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