On the outside looking in.
Can’t let the external problems of the world penetrate my internal skin.
Though I was born in a world of sin,
I’ve felt like a loser all of my life, without the possibility of a chance to win.
I don’t even have a friend, not a father or a mother.
A sister or a brother, or anything that of another.
Just myself, an unnoticed existence of a man.
That’s been alluded by love, even so giving all the love that I can.
I was not here when the Earth began, I pray I’m not here when it ends.
I pray, even within myself, that I’m on the outside looking in.
Far from the destruction, apart from the corruption.
Away from the pain of this troubled life, so I can function.
Everyday I wake, it seems my life is being repeated.
The only difference, the many ways life makes me feel as if I’m defeated.
If I didn’t have my faith in God, I would have given up like I didn’t need it.
While this careless world worships themselves, living conceited.
Everyday I see it, standing on the outside looking in.
This world would rather watch you drown instead of teaching you how to swim. When your social status is worth less than meaningless cash.
Getting rejected by society and treated like human trash.
To myself is just a narrow-minded, self centered view of the perception of life.
We all don’t understand God’s plan or directions of anyone’s life.
So just keep your faith in God, from the spirit within.
So when freedom comes, it won’t be from the outside looking in.
© Isaiah Daniel McCowan