The Bitter End

Just little old me...sitting here all alone
You know...just the me no one really cares to know

I'm've made me wish I was somebody new
Wanting just one friend...but it's just me and the color blue

I don't matter to you...never have and never will
I'm just an awkward misfit...and you don't care what I feel

Hoping and wishing for friendships to bloom
Has turned into misery and loneliness and gloom

People seem to avoid me like I have some disease
No one calls or writes or visits...not even if I say please

I've started feeling like an alien and have often wanted to know
What is so repulsive about me that makes this all so?

But now I've grown bitter...I've stopped caring & crying
I know I'm not the problem...and I'm so over trying!

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