Standing on the edge of life looking in,
Watching, Waiting for something to begin,
So apart from everyone you know,
Wanting to escape with nowhere to go.
Witnessing lives with furious intent,
Longing to join in on every event,
Emotionally corrupt and not understood,
Lost and alone in a terrifying wood.
Feeling encased, enclosed and on show,
No one cares about your problems, they don’t want to know.
You try to deny it but you’re truly alone.
You’re always hiding something you don’t want known,
But people see through you,
And rumours are believed true.
Strangers judge on meeting,
A thought or glance that’s fleeting,
Decides the fate of your treatment then on,
One wrong move and your happiness is gone.
This is the basis of the aesthetic society we’re in,
If you’re not beautiful then you’re not in.
So here I am rejected and there you are beside me,
Both on the outside but never will meet,
So together we shall be alone, I’ll reach for your hand,
I know we cannot touch, just stare and stand.
We’re standing on the edge of life both looking in,
Watching, waiting for something to begin,
I’ll remain by your side, to go where ever you may go,
But I’ll be alone forever, and that you already know.