You look around and wonder, Who are these people really? Everyone seems to have someone. A favourite person. A place to return to. A group where they are chosen without trying. And then there is you. Always slightly outside the circle. Always in the corner. Always watching. It has happened so many times that now you don’t even try to fit in. Not because you don’t care, but because your soul is tired of knocking on doors that were never meant to open for you. Some people are not lonely because nobody is around them. They are lonely because nobody ever reaches them.
