Nothing ever hurts quiet as much as the hunger to be part of her little group. To be one of her would be family. But it never happens. I'm not one of her's. No merry mother, no stiff "father", no pestering sister, no geeky sidekicks, no plucky humor.
Forever in the darkness, like frost on a window pane. I'm there without being their's. Outside by an invisible barrier. Always the second best, the lesser rated. Same gifts, same talents. Never respect, never friendship. Always outside in my own personal darkness. I guess I simply have no place. I'm no hero.
Author's Note:
I realize it's awful ambiguous. It's that way on purpose. Let it mean what you want it to. Feel free to share those thoughts with me. I would love to hear them.