Outsider Looking In
No space for me.
On the outside looking in thinking where do I fit in?
Life out here is lonely it isn't welcoming.
I tried to fit in, I tried to conform to your ways.
Tried to drink and party to be invited to stay.
Everyone having fun and been a family.
Someone spills milk it is shrugged off like a piece of cake.
I fight every day to get in looking through the glass wondering where do I fit in?
Must I fit in somewhere? Is it my family after all?
But if that was true why am I the outsider in our family?
No matter how hard I tried I could never fit in.
No invites to parties, no visit's, no invites in.
I slipped once and spilt the milk.
Why is my spilled milk not shrugged off like a piece of cake?
Why was theirs not a big disgrace?
Why do I feel again like an outsider looking in?
Everyone should have a place in their family.
A place they feel they fit in.
I do not have a place I am still an outsider looking in.
Forever wondering what could have been.
About the Creator
Author Billiejo Priestley
Indie author of hot fiction, and taboo subjects. You can find my on all social medias and my books on Amazon.
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