Lonely

January 27, 2011
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





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