On the edge of the joy
Close enough to hear it,
See it,
Taste it,
Smell it,
But never close enough to feel it

Another day gone by
Not a participant or spectator
Just a passer by
Never noticed, forgotten later

Watching as they laugh and joke
With their friends,
As my heart begins to choke

They all have a role to play,
In each others hearts, everyday.

But never me..
There's no room for me
No place to be..

Days turn to months
Months turn to years
I put on plastic smile
To mask a damaged heart and tears

The search for where I fit in never ends
I envy those of you, with a close group of friends