They strive for acceptance
confusing it with their own
They persist, insist on being relentless
throwing themselves into the unknown

My heart aches when I think of you.

i look for your face between the crowd every morning
even though we don’t talk anymore
you still feel like home to me

i think about you every morning
on the way to school
during classes
on the way back home
and every night

you will always feel like home to me

I've got no friends where the sidewalk ends.

I usually think of people in a way that they're not.
Once I get to know them, I realize it is a glitch of thought.
They're not as majestic, or perhaps my imagination is just so unrealistic.
You, however, seem to match the figure I've made for you.
Same shades, or perhaps a slightly better color.

You were an effervescent bubble on your bad days
A delicate touch, a whiff and you would burst into tiny unwanted droplets
Ruining the beauty of the view
Leaving us astray

You are both my purpose and my audience.