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
each time,
but always,
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.
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