The Raven in the Night

It's Tough Making Friends

i'll be direct,
i won't put this on hold any longer,
cause' to be honest with you,
i have a hard time making friends of my own.

it looks so easy in the movies,
just a cliche starter conversation pack and you're good to go,
but that's a no for me,
uttering a word is already a hard task,
so why bother saying anything at all?

then i wait, and wait, and wait,
waiting for someone to walk up to me and just hope,
hoping they've the same interests as i do,
hoping they could be by my side till the world sets us apart,
but it's useless.

seeing how happy close cliques are in my day-to-day class,
really tears me apart,
i just don't understand why i can't have the same interests as they do,
it will make my life so much more easier,
instead,
i have to pretend that sports and current world issues,
are my favourite cup of tea to suit.

it's tough,
slowly trying to reveal my likes to the little world i live in,
showing how songs and movies have deeper meanings than they initially thought,
or presenting my art as if it's a mini art museum that only showcases animals,
and to accept my weird angsty personality.

seeing how my cup of tea is different than everyone else's,
sometimes makes me lonely,
realising that noone really understands what i love to see or do,
it only means that me, myself and i are truly forlorn.