25 sept 1998
ON THE OUTSIDE

Looking in,
From the outside it’s a different view.
I can see them, they can’t see me.

To them I don’t exist.
I’m just not there.

I wish I could be where they are,
I wish I was on the inside looking out,
But instead I’m on the outside looking in.
Wishing I could be one of them,
Or just be seen by one of them.

How do I get inside?
How do I become one of them?
I wish they would let me in,
But they won’t.

It’s them against me.
I will never be allowed in.
I will always be on the outside.