By day I sit and stare.
At painted walls and comfy chairs.
Stuck, as though I am glued to the ground.
Looking around.
Watching as the world grows, learns, loves.
And I am left behind.
By evening I sit and stare.
At the people who pass my window without a care.
Shouting, as though they can hear what's inside my head.
Looking around.
Waiting as nature grows, blossoms, sows.
And I am left behind.
By night I sit and stare.
At the mirror that hangs in disrepair.
Contemplating, as though my thoughts can heal the splintered glass.
Looking around.
Sighing as people grow, run, achieve.
And I am left behind.
And Yet.
The lull of sleep sweeps me away,
And I am dancing in my dreams.
By RachaelMole
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