Confessions

Standing among a couple of people. They say they love me, and all that..Yet i often feel so alone. Empty and forgotten.Sometimes i even become someones Second choice,cause someone else is closer. I become the last way out. Like i'm not good enough.
Often i travel back home. To the place i once belonged.Don't like it there, but yet i find it the only place to relax.To get some strength..I find some meaning there. Some energy, so i can go back to where i liveand keep being the last one picked, like it was in the school yard succer team.