Treasure Island

Dre Lowery

Life As The 3rd Wheel

Life As The 3rd Wheel

Submitted: Monday, November 18, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, November 19, 2013

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Every where I go, I feel like the only one who's alone.
Watching love evolve around me & I only wanna go home.
The jealousy is over bearing & takes control right before my eyes.
Feels like I'm losing it & I don't know what to do.
And in the back of my mind love tells me 'No one could love you.'
I look in the mirror from time to time, asking what's wrong.
The jealousy kills but faith is telling me to be strong.
I keep fighting a lost war & get surprised when I lose.
I'm holding on by a thread & still looking like the biggest fool.
Something is always wrong but I could never see it.
Love is a prisoner inside me but I'm too afraid to free it.
Fake smiles on the outside & all sadness on the inside.
I keep telling myself not to give up & let God decide.
What if I'm like this for good & never have anyone beside me?
What if the pain I endure is what defines me?
Life as the 3rd Wheel, I'm way too familiar with it.
Feels like I'm allergic to love like it's a terrible sickness.

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