Sometimes it's hard being an odd one out.
There is so much to live without.
You'd think I'm happy as can be.
But a closer look shows more to see.
It may seem I have plenty of friends.
But at home, that friendship ends.
Once they meetup and the party begins.
Nobody invites me for the smiles and grins.
So I play my games, sitting all alone.
With nobody else to call my own.
And at the day's end.
It all begins again.