Today, I am stuck at a window looking into my life. I want so badly to be a part of it, but I am merely an onlooker. I am pounding on the glass, trying to force my way in. No one hears my fists. No one turns to let me in. My hands, red and swollen sink to my sides. I am forced to remain here, on the outside. All I can do is watch as the time passes.