Eventually people leave you out. Move on. They call you friend, but only in private.
You watch them carrying on with others. Banter you can't be a part of. You don't fit in. Now that they know you don't fit in, they treat you with minimal regard, maybe even obligatory. Because some people have the social ability to make you feel loved one day, and invisible the next.
I don't know how they manage to please the masses, it must be exhausting. But if you don't fit in, you're not worth the effort it would take to include you.
I've grown to like the outside so much more. It's peaceful. There's no need to impress. Perhaps, like a child, you wish someone would see you or support your goals and talents, they might single you out, as worthy.
But on the outside, it doesn't happen. You accept you belong alone. You understand your journey doesn't involve love, friends or being noticed at all.
You blend with the hedge. Exist in a place all your own that no one can even see. And you learn to love it so that you don't get disappointed to death.
I don't know how they manage to please the masses, it must be exhausting. But if you don't fit in, you're not worth the effort it would take to include you.
I've grown to like the outside so much more. It's peaceful. There's no need to impress. Perhaps, like a child, you wish someone would see you or support your goals and talents, they might single you out, as worthy.
But on the outside, it doesn't happen. You accept you belong alone. You understand your journey doesn't involve love, friends or being noticed at all.
You blend with the hedge. Exist in a place all your own that no one can even see. And you learn to love it so that you don't get disappointed to death.
