You wrapped yourselves in blankets,
And sat on each others laps.
You kissed and cuddled and tussled and jostled.
Whilst I sat out of touch.
You hung out with each other,
Cut the cake in two,
Then slowly picked the cherries out,
As you dissected me from you.
My blanket still smells of your betrayal,
Of your harsh words you did say,
"You come on too strong, take a step back,"
I'm still so afraid of your touch.
Your vibrant, shining soul,
You branded my arm when you took me home,
Tucked me in and ruffled my hair,
How was I to know?
That I was the one that came on strongly,
That I was the one that made you uncomfortable,
That I, me, I could do that whilst I sat looking in,
Wishing that I could be a part of the group,
A group that wished me out before I had even gotten in.
I wish you had told me,
So I hadn't needed to guess,
My mind though such saddened thoughts,
As the lonely days turned to weeks.
I hope you had a nice trip out,
The first time without my uncomforting presence,
You look so happy now,
I'm sorry that I cause you such misery,
I'm sorry you cut me out.
I'm sorry I caused you such misery,
I'm sorry for being me,
But I deserve much better friends,
Than what you were to me.
