Outside looking in
Hands and face against dark glass
Trying to see inside
At the party going on
Hands and face against dark glass
Standing in the storm
Trying to see the party going on
Worlds behind her pale gray eyes
Standing in the storm
A frail looking creature
Worlds behind her pale gray eyes
The rain drips through her thin dark hair
A frail looking creature
Heart saddened
The rain drips through her thin dark hair
Her lips tremble
Heart saddened
The world dances in front of her
Her lips tremble
She holds a mental book
The world dances in front of her
She shivers and looks at the ground
She holds a mental book
Painfully the book opens
She shivers and looks at the ground
Stories she sees in memory
Painfully the book opens
Stories of long ago
Stories she sees in memory
Of those who demanded what they wouldn't give
Stories of long ago
Stories of bullies who gave what they wouldn't accept
Of those who demanded what they wouldn't give
Stories effecting today
Stories of bullies who gave what they wouldn't accept
Written on many a page
Stories affecting today
Of statements made
Written on many a page
Lashes both seen and not
Of statements made
Scars unseen
Lashes both seen and not
Unknown to the modern crowd
Scars unseen
They say don't be who you are
Unknown to the modern crowd
She stands trying to be strong
They say don't be who you are
Be me
She stands trying to be strong
It is hard
Be me
Another form of disapproval
It is hard
She rubs her arms as she hugs herself
With that big dusty book
Another form of disapproval
She tries hard to be strong
With that big dusty book
Watching without being idle
She tries to be strong
And some say she is
Watching without being idle
Be your own parent they say
Some say she is strong
She's doing her best
But she fears abandonment
Out in the windy dark storm
And the book is full of signatures
By those who said they'd stay and didn't
Because they didn't understand
And she didn't want to explain everything
Or they were one of the bullies written about in the book
Who were so careless and thoughtless
Who haven't made it right
She struggles on
And hopefully
Someday
She won't feel like she's
Outside looking in
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a sad write on bullying and having that fluctuating argument within the self of whether to be true to yourself or become someone else to please the majority. I say be true to you. Always. There will always be people out there who want to befriend you for who you are. Find them!