When I look out at the crowd I try to think that I’m allowed

But I’m outside

When I try to say the words it’s never what they think they heard

I’m on the outside

I try to make my words make sense but I still have no friends

Stuck on the outside

I wonder how it feels

To feel like something real

I wonder how it feels to feel a part of it all

No matter how many times I try to change my insides

They still show me as something sight unseen

I wish I knew someone who understood me

So I could understand them

Be somebody who somebody else can see

I am so tired of feeling

Exhausted over feeling

Like the only person who sees me is me

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