child of want

 
I'm an outsider among my own kind
no not here with you beautiful poets but in life
I'm an outcast who doesn't quite fit
 
not anywhere
 
it hurts to be the odd one out
I spend my time here trying to decorate the pain
personifying my melancholy
didn't you know she is best friend to me?
 
she sits with me quietly with a pensive look on her face
knowing they don't know the level of hurt caused by their callous
I walk away knowing I'm an intense person
who gets on the nerves of everyone I know eventually
 
I'm better in small doses
the void of my need is endless
don't fall into my abyss of want
 
reflecting it's not their fault I don't fit
I take more than I give
 
it's me not them