Alone

I don't really know why I'm alone.

Can it be something that I should have known?

Is there some way that I can atone?

Why do they think that I am made of stone?

I've always tried to be nice and polite...

That is because it always felt right.

There is no answer yet in sight.

Maybe I come across as too uptight?

No matter what they always turn away.

I really don't know what is left to say...

Slowly I find myself growing afraid.

They'll never give me a chance to play.

What is it about me that they do not like?

It's been this way since I was but a tyke.

Could it be that I am just too nice?

Is that why I am so disliked?

Reviews

[R Smith]

No worries you are part of the family now, so never alone again and always liked especially when you write great poems like this bravo

[Arrinae]

This is more of how I tend to feel at work when all mt coworkers gorm inner circles and often leave me out or make a point to make my time near them unpleasant because I am different.

I'm glad you like the poem though!

[Arrinae]

My* form* this is what happens when you try to type a comment on the phone

[R Smith]

your co workers are idiots then, leave them out of your life, strangely I have had this happen as well, its disgusting behavior, as low as it gets :)

[Antoñyo]

Love the way this comes together (to make a little more sense than I bargained for).

Thanks for the share

[Arrinae]

I'm glad you like it, Antonyo. Thank you for the review!

[Sami Khalil]

A good rhyming poem. Thank you for sharing...:).................

[Arrinae]

Thank you, Sami!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)........................