Through my eyes

My life drones on

Sometimes it seems as though
I am watching my life through a window
As a child would watch a toy train
Through the window of their
Favorite store

But that is with joy
And i do not feel joy in my life any more
I feel as though i am trapped
Trapped in someone else's body
Trying so hard to break free

But i am growing tired of fighting for my freedom
Tired of working so hard to meet everyone's expectations
And forgetting my own

Trying to fit in
Failing to realize that part of life is learning
To stand out
To step out of the shadows of cliques and groups
And be yourself

As i look through this window i realize
I am not fighting to be happy
I am fighting to be myself