Outsiders

Something I thought of during one of those depressing moments that we all get. My first

I stand on the outside looking in

At the place where I should be

Among the smiling, happy people

Who'll never try to look at me



And figure out who I am

That person underneath my skin

To them meeting that other person

Would be the biggest, greatest sin



So until they let me enter

That glowing happy place

I will still remain the outsider

In an ever growing space