I’m sitting here,
in this cold, hard seat, feeling ignored by everyone around.
No one cares to look, to interact.
It’s as if I’m a non-existent body, made up of useless matter with no true importance.

Every face is smiling, swelled up in the momentary joy.
None seem to acknowledge me.
The ones I call my closest of friends are in their special clicks.
None wish to invite me.

I sit here, wondering, begging, praying, yelling,
what was it that I did wrong?
Why can’t I act like them,
and just be included, feel loved.

Yea, sure, I have my family and my ‘friends’,
but in all honesty,
do I really have one goddamn soul on this Earth I can trust?
This world is insane.

People dying every minute, while others are born the next.
Tell me, why does it hurt so much?
Why do I possess this desire to have one person simply smile at me?
What good would that do?

Aren’t we all going to die in the end anyways?
This is cruel.
We are already suffering from our eventual deaths.
Yet, we have to endure bullies and jobs and school and so, so much more.

As I’m sitting on this chair, watching as if through a glass,
I am trying to break free.
Yet no escape, so I must just watch as others live and laugh.
But all I need is one person.

One could help.
One could make this rollercoaster of a life worth making it to the end with.
Everybody just needs one friend.
Someone who can look at you, and you look at them, and you just know.

They’ve got you through your craziest and weirdest moments,
to your weakest and most vulnerable ones.
I know they’re out there, and maybe, just maybe,
I can finally be like the others.

Enjoying life, not worrying about the little things.
The little things that are inevitable and unchangeable.
Life’s too short, so I’m to get out of this seat, and just do it.
Live.