I've come to the conclusion that I'm not average.
I'm not like other people, that is if I'm even human.
I am unlovable.
I'm not made to be loved, or to love other people.
Of course, I care about everyone.
I would do anything for them.
But when everything ages around you and you're left standing still.
Young and reckless, things just aren't the same.
Like a dandelion in the wind, I've lost people.
Wondering if I can ever get them back.
Can I? It's out of my control.
And I'm scared to say anything, because I might say it too loud.
Or I might say too much.
And all my friends will blow away in the wind again.
We're all close together, like a family should be.
I wish it could stay that way forever.
