Surrounded by a room full of people,
To describe this feeling is not simple.
They are all laughing and smiling,
While this feeling on me is piling.
This feeling deep in my chest,
Will not let me rest.
I can act happy during the day,
But as I lay,
The feeling in my chest swells.
In my heart it dwells.
It makes itself at home.
With no intention to roam.
I look in the mirror and feel disgusted,
I am surprised that it has not yet busted.
Why am I not pretty,
Or at least witty?
But please don't feel pity for me,
I know you see different from what I see.
This is how I feel,
I am always the extra wheel.
I feel I am not good enough for any person.
Could this feeling possibly worsen?
As the sky gets dark,
I feel empty, there is no spark.
Now as i lie there wishing if only,
I did not feel so empty and lonely.