What You See Isn't What You Get

Stitches ripping at the seams
Living up to other's dreams
Life starts slowly creeping by
I look out the window and wish I could fly.
Doing things as I am told
No desire left, I feel cold.
No future will there ever be
For someone as plain as me.

Gazing through glass window panes
Reflecting my life, outside it rains
Gloomy days bring me no hope
I am stuck inside to mope.
Not allowed to be set free
Everyone else has fun but me.
I am trapped withing these walls
Whispering sobs waft down the halls.

My head is floating through the clouds.
Brings more comfort in social crowds.
These lies I live are not my own
Another's emotions which I have shown
But the pain inside shall never die
So once again, today I lie.