On the edge

• Ashlee Borgkvist, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2004

I sit on the outside looking in
Never venturing past the rim
Never going too far forward
Knowing not what to walk toward

I sit and weatch their clutter and clamber
The red passion and anger of amber
The tears of joy, the smiles of sorrow
And lusting for a time not borrowed

But if I were on the inside looking out
If I were accepted not laughed about
If I by the hand of them did change
Then just like them I would be the same