Loner
I remember when I first went to school,
Faces stared, making me feel like a fool.
Elegant girls and funny boys trying to look cool
To me, they seemed like the real fools.
In the assembly line,
Standing in the middle, but pushed fine
While the whimsical shorties stood behind,
Trying to catch the teacher’s gestures, kind.
I was, am, and always will be the loner,
Not finding a true mate any time sooner.
Why always me being the perfect?
While the others have their own sect.
Years passed and I’m finally together,
Or is it just a moment to gather?
My feelings are always wrong
But why do they prove to be so strong?
When someone true enlightens my way,
And with a tiny flaw tears away.
Leaving me as they say,
Always the loner with a long day.......
