Window

Smiles and laughter;
Love and happiness;
Unconditional friendship;
I can see all of these things through a small window,
A window of despair;
The glass is too thick,
This warmth just beyond my reach.
Raindrops trickle down the glass slowly,
Marking the passing of this otherwise timeless and endless night.
The window only opens from the inside, and I am outside, alone.
I watch from behind the glass
As friends--true friends!--joke around, and
Couples fall in love,
In that warm, hatefully loving world,
The world from which I am shut out,
A world safe from the melancholy turmoil that I live in.
My side of the window is bleak and miserable;
The sun never knows what is happening from behind the thick blanketing of clouds;
My so-called "friends" hate me.
I stare longingly through this little window,
An outsider looking in on a place where she is unwelcome,
Wishing that there was some way in for me.
Alas, the window only opens from the inside,
And why would anyone in that happy place
Look away from their perfect lives for just a moment, long enough to notice
This lonely outsider and take pity?
Who in their right mind
Would have mercy and open that window,
Letting in the rain and misery,
And tarnishing their paradise?
No one; that's who.


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