This Side of the Glass
I'm sitting on the outside looking in Wondering where I belong? On this side of the glass The day seems so lonely. People are talking Caught up in the dirt Why do I always feel Caught up in it? It hurts ..... I try to think of what all of the reasons could be Why there was a missed invitation Was it just because, of me? I'm no longer the life of the party I'm not the loudest in the room But I can hear my own voice whisper my name..... and I have that to hold onto. But I love to love, I live to laugh Sometimes it's all too much to take in And tonight I'll pick myself up again. I'll promise myself, I'm fine just how I am... I'll thank God for all I am. And I'll try and see the beauty... I'll try to find the beauty. By Jeanne Cassidy