Different on the Outside

Sitting on the outside,
looking in at their life.
Many thoughts can change
when viewing another’s strife.
To see past the love,
yet see through the hate;
to see differently than all
is not a very good fate.

No one can understand
the things that are seen
when sitting alone
pondering the scene.
Thoughts cannot be based
on hate or love,
for there are no connections
when viewing from above.

Depression is different,
and harder to show.
Everyone else cries,
about what they don’t know.
Sitting here alone,
there is much time to think.
Now unable to cry
when there is no link.