Looking in from a distance

Something doesn't seem right

There's a fa├žade of happiness

But it doesn't go past the exterior

The house is brightly lit

And yet it is so vacant

I want to reach out and help

But help is pushed away

I guess we're not that close

And maybe I have no right to say

Am I being a judge? Forgotten

My place in this relationship

I want to scream it's no good

That it's time to make a change

But my words fall on deaf ears

And still lives play out the same

I guess that is my place

To be outside looking in

Crying through the windows

Unseen and unheard