A seat at the table
That's my desire
To be welcomed and wanted
As we sit by the fire
Have I ever truly
Come to find my place
Instead of floating blindly
Believing myself a disgrace?
As I sit on the outside
Always looking in
I can't help but wonder
If the person within
Will ever become
Someone who belongs
Instead of this person
So awkward and wrong
Am I being invited
Or only included?
Am I simply a guest
Or am I a beloved?
A seat at the table
My desire is this
To be welcomed and wanted
The feeling of bliss
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Thoughts
PoetryI have too many thoughts inside my head, but I can't get myself to tell anyone who might care.
