Do you hate me in the way that I hate myself?
I do not think I can continue to live… this way.
I want everything to be all right
but I break every night.
Where is my peace,
my solace,
can anyone relieve this ache?
I am always chosen last.
Why can’t I be someone’s first choice?
I am not.
I have never been.
I am always on the outside looking in.
I am the outside,
I am the fringe.