I was one of them once

I was the girl they thought they knew

I was the one who pretended to be someone I wasn’t

I am on the outside of the glass

Pressing my face to it

Looking in

Wanting

Wishing

They kill themselves with their pursuits

They kill themselves with their thirsts

They kill themselves with their inner pains

And I?

I was part of them once

I was a girl I thought I needed to be

I was the one floundering without hope

I am on the outside of the glass

Pressing my face to it

Looking in

Wanting

Wishing

Watching

And I?

I cry