Looking out the window

Looking out the window
Seeing houses, homes
With the lights on
Like mine
With real people inside I cant see
Living lives
Seeing their families
Seeing the world in the same way I do
Not seeing their own appearance unless looking in the mirror
Having their own worries
Bills, work
School, tests
Depths, Family problems.
Far worse than my own
But I don’t know

Looking out the window
Seeing houses, homes,
With the lights on
Like mine
Artists, managers, writers, children
Living lives
Paying bills
Worrying for their future
Worse lives than I have
Better lives than I have
But I cant see
People pick on others
They don’t even know their lives
And people care more than they think
But I don’t know

Looking out the window
Seeing houses, homes
Looking out the window
Seeing houses, homes,
With the lights on
Like mine
But there are ones you don’t see
Poor people, homeless people.
Hungry people, dieing people.
You don’t see them.
People who see the world, in the same way as you.
But completely different too.
People who worry not about bills
But about staying alive
But I will never know.

By Rachel Wellman
(i didnt plan it, i made it up as i went along lol)