a one
By scarlas29
I can stand in a hall, And feel out of place. I can sit in a chair, And not belong. For never will I belong, To a place this fake. The loneliness surrounding me, It hurts, to be honest. I strive for myself, To be surrounded by individuals… But still I long, For a true reality. I admire individuality, I admire self-esteem. I wish I wasn’t a wallflower, And didn’t feel so out of place. I’ve pained myself for so long, Longing to be one. The one who knows, Exactly where she belongs. Guess I’m jealous of those, But not really, Because they’re so unreal- It’s scary. So pathetic, I’d cry if I were so unbelievable. Guessing I’m pretty, Guessing I’m loved… But never will I be, The one who belongs… And it’s painful to not know, And to watch and wonder in sorrow… Knowing you’re unloved, Or so it seems. Written March 18th, 2002 © on Mar 18 2002 07:15 AM PST 18 • 0 • 9
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