I am on the outside looking in.
I see your faces, never looking out.
I stare and wish I could be a part of everything you do.
You look right through me.
You cannot feel what I am feeling,
this loneliness that flows through every piece of me.
Sometimes I wish I could reach out and touch you,
but how would you react to the fel of a stranger on your popular skin?
I wish I could pull you out of your narrow world.
Have you realize just what you are.
I am on the outside looking in.
I have a wider range to see.