Alone

Alone.

I have spent my whole life on the edges
Never quiet fitting in
Sometimes I try
But I still make the edges

Many hours have passed
Where I have pondered deep
Is there something wrong with me?
Am I not fun to be around?

Sometimes it upsets me
That I can never fit in
And sometimes, there is so much peace
In being around myself

I hear laughter around me
I don’t know the joke
Even though I am right there
It wasn’t said to me

I think back, over my life
Sitting alone at the lake
A book in my lap
Sitting alone in school
Working up the courage to talk
Standing alone outside
Trying to breathe fresh air
Sitting alone in life
Enjoying and crying together

Why am I always alone?
And why does it bother me so
When I consciously choose to do it?