I am sitting here all by myself,
Once more by the ocean shore.
Spending the time feeling alone,
I have felt it many times before.

So very young to be the outcast,
The hurt goes through and through.
No one ever bothers noticing me,
Or seems to care about what I do.

Mom and Dad don’t seem to care,
I wonder if either of them know.
Can’t they see how I am hurting,
Doesn’t any of my real pain show.

I always get good grades in school,
I am never a problem to anyone.
So why am I always the one left out,
I too would like to have some fun.

I don’t have any close girlfriends,
I can really call my very own.
No matter how hard I seem to try,
I always seem to find myself alone.

I want to go spend a Friday night,
With a friend having a pajama party.
This does not seem to be something,
Though which was ever meant to be.

Maybe I can find a special friend,
Who is feeling like the outcast too.
We could always go to the movies,
Or find something else to do.

God, it hurts to be the one left out,
I’m lucky I have you for my friend.
I know I can always talk to you,
And you will be there until the end.

© Brenda Sparkman
June 17, 2005

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