One Way Window

This is a piece I wrote about the feeling when you're in a room full of people, but you feel like you're watching everyone through a window. You feel like no one see's you, and you'll never belong.

Looking through a one-way window,
Waving through the glass
Watching people smiling, laughing
Waiting for them to pass

Knocking on the solid pane,
Wondering why they can't see
They're entwined within their perfect world
And your window isn't clean

They've been here all their lives
To them, you'll never belong
Why bother cracking the window,
When they've hated you all along

You know you'll never enter,
But still, you always stand
Outside of the one-way window,
The glass up against your hand

Praying the window will crack,
Someone will admit you within
But they draw the curtains swiftly,
And you're alone in the dark once again

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I remember back in the day when I was a teenager in the late 70's and early 80's. I would feel exactly how you described in this poem. As if I lived on the outside looking in. Like a ghost that no one knew existed in their midst. Teenage years are difficult because not only is the body growing and changing but so is the mind. All the emotions are surging within and more heightened than normal. When you feel sad it is a deep profound sadness and when you feel love it's a euphoric intensely powerful love. It feels like your the only one that is experiencing this and no one could ever understand how you feel. But that's not always the truth. I wish I could have opened up myself more to friendship. Taken the leap of faith and fought against my shyness to try and be more accepting of others into my world. If I had I would have been less lonely than and I would have never grown to find comfort in the loneliness. I am an old man now and I see a lot of myself in your sad poem. I would never ever want anyone to find comfort in being alone. That is not living. Thank you for sharing your poem with us.