No Friends

When I say I don’t have friends,

I don’t mean I have no friends.

I mean I have no friends here

anymore to do things with.

It’s hard to be the one who

stayed. It’s lonely without you.


One-Way Street

I’m tired of being alone,

but I’m also tired of trying.

Why am I the only one?

Why is this a one-way street?

It feels like when I reach out,

people step away from me.

Friends make excuses,

dates cancel plans,

and family tells me to go away.

I’m never enough,

no matter my intentions.

Why aren’t I good enough?

What do I have to do

to get some love around here?

SHouldn’t everyone be loved?

Why am I the exception?