The following poem is inspired by the lyrics of Waving Through A Window from Dear Evan Hansen:
I’ve learned to slam on the brake before I even turn the key.
To make sure the brake is working, of course.
Which it rarely does. I’ve got an old car.
I like my old car, but it doesn’t fit in the modern parking lots.
There’s no space for me anymore.
I tried getting a new car to
Give them no reason to stare.
I’m always on the outside, trying to fit in.
Will I ever be able to move past what I’ve always been?
I keep tap, tap, tapping on the glass
Separating me from today.
I’m waving through a window
While I’m watching people pass.
I used to be the person
Old people watched pass.
We start with stars in our eyes.
But we never believe that we belong.
I’m falling in a forest
And there’s nobody around.
Did I ever really crash, or even make a sound?
I heard the sound loud and clear,
But if no one else did, did I disappear?
Did I even make a sound? It’s like I never made a sound.
Will I ever make a sound?
Can anybody see?
Is anybody waving back at me?