On the outside, looking in
Before the mirror, wearing thin
Bound and broken beneath my skin
Barely human, but I pretend
Behind the veil that hides my pain
Masks my emotions till I appear sane
Beyond their notice, without a trace
Bending and blending, I find my place
But in these shadows, I’m one step behind
Off to the side, just outside the lines
Imprisoned in darkness, confined to the night
Apart from the daylight, losing my mind
Trapped in the wasteland, arid and bare
Thirsty for hope in this desert of despair
Haunted by memories of the woman once there
Now a pale, lifeless copy who fails to compare
Residing in a world that’s real, but not quite
Ever in the background – here, but out of sight
Grasping and clawing, never reaching the prize
Longing to soar – finding ground, but never flight
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