Outsider Looking In

On the outside looking in thinking where do I fit in?

Life out here is lonely it isn't welcoming.

I tried to fit in, I tried to conform to your ways.

Tried to drink and party to be invited to stay.

Everyone having fun and been a family.

Someone spills milk it is shrugged off like a piece of cake.

I fight every day to get in looking through the glass wondering where do I fit in?

Must I fit in somewhere? Is it my family after all?

But if that was true why am I the outsider in our family?

No matter how hard I tried I could never fit in.

No invites to parties, no visit's, no invites in.

I slipped once and spilt the milk.

Why is my spilled milk not shrugged off like a piece of cake?

Why was theirs not a big disgrace?

Why do I feel again like an outsider looking in?

Everyone should have a place in their family.

A place they feel they fit in.

I do not have a place I am still an outsider looking in.

Forever wondering what could have been.