Always on the outside, ever looking in,
Alienated, distant, searching for a friend;
Someone who can listen, someone for support,
A good laugh, a shoulder to cry on, one with thoughts
Of looking after me, reciprocated love,
As friends free, free as a dove.
Found a friend, someone with whom to share,
But the other feelings get in the way; fill me with despair.
When friendly love is mistaken for lust,
When the friendship house of cards turns to dust
All that's left is a pile of feelings,
unheard and unseen, never healing.