I open my blinds after I get up,
And sit in my concrete chair.
All day, everyday,
Gazing out with a jealous glare.

I see the world in a pane.
Pathetic.
Disgusting.
Disabled.
It's all the same.

If I'm lucky I get some rain.
Usually I'm stuck with passing cars,
Bouncing balls,
And the occassional street football game.

Mundane.

I need something else to watch.
I'm tired of shiny cars strolling by,
And the tall grass in a sway
Being the highlight of my day.

I would break this window down
If it would take me anywhere.
Maybe feel the breeze instead of watching it,
And get a breath of fresh air.

Though it would only be a tease,
A taste that would haunt.
Something I can't have,
But something I want.

I watch life like a pervert,
Wanting it so bad it hurts.
I hate this room. I have this view.
I hate this envy and I hate you too.

If you could see what I see
Would you would act differently?
Flaunting and taunting me
With your normality.

I wonder what it's like from the other side.
What do you think of me?
Some insignifacant shadow?
A figure in the window?