Lonesome woes

How much more can one take?

Can you imagine what it feels

to be unwanted 

in a tight knitted group?

Am I the one to blame for my plight?

Will I be the one to carry it forever?

I can hold my back so much,

zip my lips and school my moods.

But my heart gnaws at me,

wailing to be carressed, to be loved.

Poked and proded at every turn

about the past, future to come.

But never given care of 

the craks I bate.

Appalled at my crumbling destiny,

will I be lone some more?

For my heart can't take it anymore.