Always an outsider,
Always apart.
Afraid of over-committing,
Of breaking my heart.
Forever kept alone,
Away from a crowd.
Always the quiet one,
Never thought to be loud.
Told to face the fact,
I'm unwanted by all.
There was never a helping hand,
To pick me when I fall.
Keeping all that anger,
Resentment stored inside.
But one day if you look back,
It seems to shrink and hide.
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