Always on the Edge
Always on the outer edge, never in the middle.
My life a social struggle, a never ending riddle.
Years to make a friend or two, a moment to see them go.
And yet, one person sees me, why she stays I'll never know.
Maybe you only get one, the one that never leaves you.
When you are invisible, the only one that sees you.
Yet still I seek a circle, a fruitless search for others.
Some friends to exchange some laughs, some sisters
and some brothers.
Still I'm blessed to have this one, I really can't complain much.
It's just fear of life's hard ending, a void without her touch.