The Truth about Dreams

Dreams are sometimes reflections of the past, this I truly agree Maybe not fully but the pieces of it are definitely real. Try as I might, I never seemed to fit in, in my early teenage years. In my school where everybody has a special friend but me. There are those, friends that I truly treasure. The things I'll do for them, the lengths I'll go for them. Then, the nothings that I received. I stayed in a corner of my own, on my own. There I remained, watching each and everyone of them I'm always there and never there. Stepped on by the very ones that calls me friend Forgotten by the people that asks me for help I was never a wallflower Somehow, in their eyes and truly in my own as I see it now I'll always be that bystander Never to fit.