From the outside looking in
One side of an equation
One half of a perspective -
From the outside looking in,
I'd see the shine, the goodwill.
"They are just so cute,"
I hear,
"A perfect little pair."
Is there something wrong with me,
That I find them remote?
I hear their sides of stories
How the envision actions
And when I compare my thoughts with theirs
I see little that lines up.
They talk of battles I have started
When all I know are the defeats I've felt -
The losses they have thrown on me.
From the outside looking in,
I'd say they were in heaven -
Serene, self-aware, and found.
But I am on the inside,
I feel their faults and misgivings
Stronger than my own
(For they cover me at sleep).
They are London Bridge, tumbling down,
The winds careening through -
They are no longer tied to the ground.