From the outside looking in

One side of an equation

One half of a perspective -

From the outside looking in,

I'd see the shine, the goodwill.

"They are just so cute,"

I hear,

"A perfect little pair."

 

Is there something wrong with me,

That I find them remote?

 

I hear their sides of stories

How the envision actions

And when I compare my thoughts with theirs

I see little that lines up.

They talk of battles I have started

When all I know are the defeats I've felt -

The losses they have thrown on me.

 

From the outside looking in,

I'd say they were in heaven -

Serene, self-aware, and found.

But I am on the inside,

I feel their faults and misgivings

Stronger than my own

(For they cover me at sleep).

 

They are London Bridge, tumbling down,

The winds careening through -

They are no longer tied to the ground.

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741