Loser

As I sit here in the silence of my room
Outcast even to the light that’s a loom
I look out the window and see such happiness
I ask, “Why can’t I have that even just the less?”
I’ve been dealt this hand, and now I must play
Even if I’ll never have that happiness, not even for 1 day

That’s all I ask for really
1 day of a complete blissful feeling
Higher than a kite
But no drugs making me feel plight
A struggle brews with in
I want acceptance, but changes are not how I want to win
I guess ill be a loser to the end

----- by Scott

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