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The Outside
I didn't know, what I would find, when I went looking for a reason
I know, I didn't read between the lines, and baby I've got nowhere to go
I tried to take the road less traveled by
but nothing seems to work the first few times am I right?
Most people in this world wear a façade. They hide behind whatever everyone else wants them to be. People don't want to break that mold, because they know what will happen if they do. Sometimes, very rarely, a person is born courageous enough to see what happens if they don't follow the rules. Izzie was one of those people. She wasn't competitive like most people in her field. She wasn't sassy; she wasn't tough-as-nails. She was compassionate, a thing a surgeon never wanted to be. But Izzie didn't want to hide it. She never even thought of being anyone different.
So how could I ever, try to be better
nobody ever, lets me in,
and I can still see you, this ain't the best view
on the outside looking in.
I've been a lot of lonely places I've
never been on the outside
Izzie was considered strange. She saved woodland animals for goodness' sakes. But she worked hard. She loved her patients with all her heart, even though, most of the time, it ended up hurting her. The other surgeons kept there distance. They didn't need an empathetic person around them, taking their minds off work. The truth was Izzie wished she wasn't so soft. She knew she had to be tough to make it in the business that she loved. She sat alone at lunch, staring at her colleagues, making friends, making connections, and growing as surgeons. Her heart broke at she stared down at her nauseatingly squishy sandwich. She wanted to be accepted. She knew high-school was over, and that these things shouldn't hurt her, but they did.
You saw me there, but never knew
that I would give it all just to be,
a part of this, a part of you,
and now its all too late so you see,
you could have helped if you had wanted to.
But no one notices until it's too, late to do anything.
Izzie would sit in the gallery, watching surgeries, along with the other interns, hoping to learn. Sure, they noticed her, it was hard not to, with her deep brown eyes and platinum blonde hair, but no one ever spoke to her. She was becoming more desperate for friends, willing to do anything for someone to talk to. The pain was building inside her. She had worked so hard for this, the chance to make a difference, but she wasn't sure a difference was being made. She could model; she had when she was younger. She could teach; she liked kids. She didn't need to be a surgeon. The hospital didn't need her. They didn't need a silly little girl, hoping to change lives. They needed someone meaner, tougher. So she quit. She quit her internship, leaving all her hopes and dreams of being something more in the chief's office. She left her life in the fast lane. She didn't need that anyways. She was raised in a trailer with a dead-beat mother and a scared grandmother, and she had a perfectly fine childhood. She didn't need to be a surgeon. She didn't need to save lives. She wasn't cut out for it. Isobel Stevans was the best neonatal surgeon to ever walk the halls of Seattle Grace Hospital. Many lives were lost that this amazing woman could have saved. But she wasn't accepted.
How could I ever, try to be better
nobody ever, lets me in,
and I can still see you, this isn't the best view
on the outside looking in.
I've been a lot of lonely places I've
never been on the outside.
Lyrics by Taylor Swift