Being the person
In the group
Or in a room
Or on the bus
Who is not loved,
Who has never been loved

Breaks me.

Surrounded by the smiles of passion,
The torment of temptation,
The willingness of want
And not experiencing it

Breaks me.

The deep down understanding
That some part of me,
Or maybe just all of me
Causes people to glance,
but never linger

Breaks me.

All I want
Is to be loved.
Maybe that needs to start from within.