I'm the white crayon
The third wheel
The odd ball out
I'm the one who has to walk behind when the side walk gets to thin
And I'm the least important friend

You were the realist thing I ever felt.*

And after all the tears and pain I am so glad that you're gone and I don't feel a thing.

Except... Now I can't feel anything

I'm lost between what I feel and what I think

Between what seems good and what seems right

I don't know where I'm going even less where I'm from

I don't know who I am or who I should be, I just have no idea

Can you see me? I need a friend to talk to.. And no one is here but you. Can you see me?

"No.. No I can't..."

so you can hear me?

"Okay.. Yes I see you.. And I hear you."

Will you be my friend? Can we talk?

"Sure, why not?"

Do you know where my mum is? I have seen her in a long time?*

I look down at my shoes

"No, I'm sorry.. What's your name?"

When I look up she was gone. She vanished.