peeking through the window
all that i can see
are the smiling people there
why can't they see me?

where is all their sorrow,
and their unhappy lies?
seeing many smiling girls:
where do they hide their cries?

i'm stuck on the outside
left just looking in.
seeing what they're eating,
no dreams of being thin?

every single thing i have
is only what you see
when we know all the truth
we can then be free.

02/18/2000

Posted on 01/07/2004
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