You know who I am. Everybody does.
I'm the one at the back of the room.
I sit quietly, alone, away from the crowd
As I watch all activities resume.

Are you my friend? I don't know the answer
The response is for you to decide.
There are few who attempt to get to know me,
Though I'm willing if you want to try.

I've had many friends come and go in the past.
Those friendships I'll never regret,
But they all at some time turn away from my presence,
And quickly move on and forget

For whatever reason, I just don't belong.
So often, I feel I'm the only.
The feeling's familiar; doesn't bother me much,
But so very often, I'm lonely.

I fight it just as everyone does.
What else is there to do?
I wear my earbuds wherever I go
And allow the world to adieu.

But as great as it is, it can't solve all.
I've been on my own for so long.
I can't ever hide it, I long for a friend;
For a place where I truly belong.

Perhaps there's somewhere, in a far away place
With people who act just like me.
Would they smile and cheer when they see me arrive?
Would they embrace me and laugh in their glee?

Perhaps I belong in a place with the smarts,
With people who read and learn much.
I've always been told I am too good at school.
So maybe with them, they won't judge.

But I'm not that smart. I don't use my brain.
I've been told for so long I'm annoying.
I believe them. I don't make very good decisions.
So maybe that wouldn't be enjoying.

Perhaps I belong in a place that is faked,
On a stage with a large velvet curtain
With people who sing and dance for a show.
They'd welcome me there - I am certain.

But I am not loud when off of the stage.
I kind of just fade to the back.
I don't get the chance to speak up in a group.
So maybe that's not the right track.

Perhaps I'll fit in with the artists and writers.
I like to think I'm creative.
Oh, the joy I feel with my pencil in hand...!
My passion is bright and illative.

But often I still feel alone in that place.
The worlds I create are so beautiful.
I often just dive in my own little world
And find friends in my mind, just as usual.

I remember a time many years ago
Where I played in a band with my friends.
I wasn't too good, but the fun that we had!
I am sad that it came to an end.

But I still must remember the vibes that I had
From others who played there as well.
They didn't really care if I was there or not,
So my loneliness never did melt.

That's the closest I've been to belonging somewhere.
Those times and accomplishments I've seen...
Lonely I was, but I miss them so much.
Those people were my second family.

The place I belong...does it even exist?
No matter where I go, I don't feel it.
I long for it so. It pains me to think.
I feel stuck in this dark, lonely pit.

Here in this pit, my thoughts are so loud.
I yell at myself for my faults.
I don't know how to have any friends.
I guess I'm just lonely by default.

But there is always a person, even just one,
Who will stretch out their hand down to me.
I try not to think what I'd do if they left.
Why would they help me; a nobody?

But though in the past, never has one stayed,
I try to trust that one will.
Maybe there's a person who will care just enough
To remain when my life goes downhill.

I'm sorry I'm sad. I'm sorry I chatter.
People don't like that. I know.
But is it ever possible to see past my flaws
And love me as I try to grow?

I'm not ever trying to make you angry.
I only ever want you to smile.
I want to have fun and get to know you more
And laugh with you once in a while.

So perhaps there's a day where I'll find that one place
And people with whom I belong.
But for now, all I need is just that one person
With whom I can always tag along.

So while I feel lonely from time to time,
I have that one person in touch.
They help me to smile and make me feel loved.
So thank you. I love you so much.