From The Inside, Looking Out
I can see everything so clearly,
everything, except for me.
I can see the beauty in others,
but struggle to see mine.
I can see the happiness and joy from the outside,
but when looking within, it gets lost.
Lost within, deep inside.
I long for the joy that I cannot find.
I long for the connection that others have.
My eyes can see inside others,
but they will not allow me to see what I try to hide.
A lonely, dark place,
where my eyes cannot see what it means to be me.
Isolated in fear,
this cannot be who I am.
This cannot be my life,
or my reason.
I do not see what others see,
but do they see what I can?
Am I the only one,
who cannot see within,
from the inside, looking out?