The Window Poem by Taylor Harding

I look out the window and what do i see,
except for a better version of me.
she did the right,
where i did the wrong.
where she spoke her mind,
and i just hid behind.
i cry through my pain,
when she holds her head high.

i look out the window and what do i see,
except for me,
just sitting there being who i wanted to be.
as i sit here looking out the window.
watching the better version of me.
i cry out loud.
just wishing to be that person outside my window