The odd one out

The odd one out

  The struggle is real,
when you just don't fit in -
always the odd one out.

They want you to be young and pretty,
and you are far from it.
They want you to be social, outgoing extrovert,
and yet again - failed on those demands as well.

They want you to be cool and gourgeous,
so they wouldn' t need to be embarrassed of you.
And still you are the odd one out,
the one who is called the last,
when there are no other options left.

You are the one, who is picked last from the line
at your gym class,
when your peers are picking up the team mates.

You are the girl at the pram dance, who is asked for a
dance, only because you were felt sorry for.

You are the little child on the playground, who is always left out.

  So at some point in your life,
you get used to it...to be the odd one out.
So much so, that it becomes normal to you,
it shapes you to become you.

You learn to like it,
so instead letting it hurt you time after time that
you are not wanted,
you learn to embrace your wierdness,
you learn to enjoy your own company.

  But still,
every now and then,
it still manages to reach you -
that feeling of being left outside alone.