Never wanting to head "home", to that place I'm supposed to be,
Feeling left out in the rain, out of place in the world. That's me;
The one who sits on the sidelines, never getting involved,
The one who hides in the corner, whose problems never seem solved.
Without a home, nowhere to feel safe, what is expected of me?
There's no real way for me to be, totally, truly me.
Fights and failures, cast aside, contagious.
Blocked from moving on, no way to carry on.
Crying out, alone, in the night,
Falling down, crashing, burning. No light
Left in the world for me, no way,
Not a chance, no groundhog day.

The End

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