Voyeur

I am on the outside

Sometimes looking in

Sometimes looking away feigning disinterest

Only to look back in

I am on the outside

I want to be forever young

Not to grow a day older

Not to live in apathy

I want to walk that fine line over fire

I am fighting for air, fighting for breath

The boredom is my water

Falling over me, pushing me down, drowning me

I, with my bare hands, want to break the surface

I want to rip life apart at the seams

I am on the outside

Sometimes I look in

Not really recognizing what I am seeing

I am a voyeur in my own life

I am on the outside