Third Wheel Poem by Timothy Long

Always the one who has to talk, but no one cares to talk to me first, its always been this way, will it always be this way or change, being alone finally accepted after years of trying to change it, but it always happened everyday like a spell or puzzle undone, being that type of friend bothers many people, which is why many are full of sadness, never to be the same cause of you guys, it seems being alone is better than being in a group not true friends even if we have known each other for years, some care very little and some care a lot, what comes next I never did know, only the feeling not much else to do but be a third wheel or just alone.