• Sitting in my room.
    Against the window pane.
    I feel like a display.
    Because of this windowpane.
    Cars go by.
    Birds fly on.
    Nothing stays in place.
    Except for I.
    People walk pass.
    I watch as they go.
    I can't help but feel so alone.
    Nightime Comes.
    And the stars break the sky.
    I wish I were one of them,
    I wish I could fly.
    But, trapped, here am I
    Because of so many things.
    Thats why I'm stuck behind,
    This ******** windowpane.