Sorry to let you down,
I wish I were there to catch in on the fun.
If only I'd put my feelings aside and lived in the moment,
But I've always felt like a nobody,
Even in the mix of friends.
I wish I could tell you why,
But my reasons don't matter...just like my existence to some people.
Call me a pessimist if you want,
This is my reality,
I dwell in it.
You don't know what it feels like to be an outcast,
Never good enough for anyone.
You discard me like leftovers,
So I'm back to square one with these cheesy poems,
They're all that I have left.
