Worn Out Welcome ( A Short Poem)
The time does come when things must change,
Especially when one cannot behave,
The disgust is obvious,
So is the outright frailty of putting up a fight,
When one can't win it is time to give up the plight.
Try as I may to try to belong,
Each and every time I discover I was wrong.
Worn out welcomes is what I do best,
Really don't care what happens to the rest,
Judgement is easy when it is all one side,
Standing up for one's values creates nothing but disgust.
Stay too long and it's time to go,
Throw a fit, raise a fuss, no one knows,
The obvious reaction hits like a train,
Worn Out Welcomes comes with a test,
Insults and abuse fall like the rain,
Because only the powerful know what is best,
If separation happens it is all in good fun,
I would not want to do what is done,
I sulk in my horror, I pray for a raft,
To help me grow and move past,
Worn Out Welcomes happens to me,
Is this a time, we will see?
I try my best to just fit in,
I sometimes do not know how to begin,
An outsider I have been all my life,
To belong is something I cannot seem to do,
So maybe it is time I said goodbye to you!