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On the Outside

By Bruce Clifford

I’ve never felt like I quite fit in.
I’m on the outside.
On the outside.

You let me go then you came back in.
I’m on the outside.
On the outside,

It hurts too much,
It’s hurt for so many years.
The pain never went away.
With me you have always remained.

I’ve never quite liked myself.
I’m on the outside.
On the outside.

I’d rather pretend to be somebody else.
I’m on the outside.
On the outside.

It hurts too much.
You’ve been gone for so long.
Never an explanation.
I’ve never since felt like I belonged.

Why did you leave me.
Where did you go.
I have always wanted to know.

©10/3/2022 Bruce Clifford


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