The Odd One Out

I weep for little me 

Little me, who just wanted to please

Little me, just wanting to be loved

Wanting to be noticed

Wanting to matter

Wanting to belong

Unable to hide how broken I was 

Looking anywhere for validation 

Best behaved, best dressed, 

Trying to be the best in anything

Trying to be the best at everything 

So someone would tell me I was good 

So that I could justify my existence 

So that I was worth something 

Little me existing, 

But never fitting in.

In a group of people,

But somehow still alone

Always the odd one out,

No matter how hard I tried.