Always, somehow, I will be excluded.
Never again, will I become deluded.
It wouldn’t have taken much:
A word or two can change everything,
light up the darkness in another’s soul.
I hope for more
it turns out to be a lie,
and I am left alone, to cry.
I am always on the outside –
the one excluded.
My “life” will never change,
and I will never trust again.