What Isn’t Mine

I look through the window of a house that isn't mine

To watch a smiling family that isn't mine

Happiness is an emotion that doesn't belong to me and has long eluded me

I wonder if a family is what will make me happy

Or perhaps a house to live in

Or a window to look out

But here I stand from the outside looking in

Observing what I can't have

Watching what I don't feel