Crammed on the couch,six

Crammed on the couch,

six in space for four,

a stranger sitts amoung us,

the stranger is me.

Around all my friends,

I cannot be myself.

I want to be accepted,

and think that I belong,

even if I am fake,

it's better than being alone.

I just want them to know that I am not okay with the drugs they do and the alcohol they drink and the people they have meaningless one-night stands with, that I worry about their saftey and lives and futures, and that if they ever truely need someone I will be there.

But this will never fit.

So I am stuck,

in the land of the superficial,

sitting on the living room couch,

between friends I do not know,

I live the life of someone else,

until I have the courage,

To change my life myself.