Outsider

Sometimes I leave my palm prints on the glass.

I watch helplessly as a stranger controls my words and my movements while putting a stronghold on my emotions.

I bleed for lovers who would not bleed for me.

I cry for friends who would barely shed a tear for me.

I accept what someone else tells me to accept and keep quiet while my soul roars with offense.

I never dance and always sing alone in an empty room.

Even in the safety of my own head, I'm still the outsider looking in.