The Chosen Ones

Sometimes I wonder if they really know,
Have ever known, what it's like to be
Alone with only yourself to talk to.
I wonder, do they really see

The way people like me feel?
What makes me an outcast?
What makes them surrounded,
And can it really last?

I wonder if being myself is causing this,
But I don't want to be sacrificed
Just to gain entry to the chosen ones.
So I remain alone and still enticed

By the promise of the chosen ones.

Summer '97
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