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Feels like I'm on the outside

Looking in, all alone.

When will it be my turn?

When will I be happy?

Day and night

I see happy people

They have such perfect lives.

Why can't I have that?

I'm normally not the jealous type,

but I feel my confidence crumbling

The walls are closing in on me

I'm claustrophobic.

I can't breathe

I cannot escape this hell.

On the outside I'm fun and bubbly

but on the inside I'm a big mess.

I think it's easier to hide my feelings

Then let them show and heartbreak happens.

How long til this continues?

I guess I'll forever be a prisoner.