The last bit of skin

You didn’t know you needed to shead

The last words

That were never said

Desperately wanting to fit in

To be welcomed

To be loved

Trying to find what you thought would be your natural home.

She crys

Because she sees everything from the outside

She crys

Because they know she’s the outsider

She cried

Because she didn’t know

Some things you do you have to do alone