There’s the happy and there’s me,
They sit around the fireplace
Relaxing and being warm
With the strength of happy feelings,
While I sit in the corner, scorned.
There’s the happy and there’s me,
There’s the loved and the hated,
There’s the grounded and the floating babblers.
But it all comes down to this,
There’s the happy and there’s me.
When I was little and I cried,
I fell into my Daddy’s arms,
But now it’s like my Daddy’s died,
And what’s replaced
Is destined to alarm.
My mother used to be there,
To her I would spill my hopes and dreams,
But now it’s a vat of emptiness,
No more love bursting at the seams.
I used to have my brother,
To play with all day long,
But now he’s off in his own world,
He might as well be gone.
While all these things contribute to the happy and the me,
I’d really like one thing,
And that is to have somebody.
In my town there are no friends,
Not real ones at least.
I want to see a storybook moment,
I want to see how it ends.
I really want someone, to hold me when I cry,
To lull me back to sleep with a gentle lullaby.
It would be very helpful, if maybe, maybe please,
I could have a real friend,
And not a frenemy.
Backstabbers,
Stealing grabbers,
Hurtful words,
Shunned nerds.
It makes me feel all alone,
Like I don’t want this rich and ugly world I live in,
To ever be my own.
It really stood out for me.
