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.

The End

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