by Dave Robinson
Last to be picked when choosing teams
Not talked to when walking in
Talked about when walking out
Someone please notice me - but for the right reasons
The one without an ice cream
The one hoping ‘please, let it be soon’
Sitting in a corner
Looking like a mourner
Odd amongst evens
Isolation isn’t a word, it’s a sentence
I love life, but it’s unrequited
My defence has been hate
That whirlpool that makes you go round and round
I wanted to be ashore but I kicked at the key-side
Because no one threw me a rope
Behind the venom, is a lost soul
Dig behind the attitude, and visit me
Note: See Luke 5:31
Last to be picked when choosing teams
Not talked to when walking in
Talked about when walking out
Someone please notice me - but for the right reasons
The one without an ice cream
The one hoping ‘please, let it be soon’
Sitting in a corner
Looking like a mourner
Odd amongst evens
Isolation isn’t a word, it’s a sentence
I love life, but it’s unrequited
My defence has been hate
That whirlpool that makes you go round and round
I wanted to be ashore but I kicked at the key-side
Because no one threw me a rope
Behind the venom, is a lost soul
Dig behind the attitude, and visit me
Note: See Luke 5:31