Hard to love

Why am I so hard to love?

Am I too big?

Am I too loud?

I can’t do any special tricks.

I’m just a person,

but it’s never good enough.

Other people find solace,

in each other’s love.

I am embraced and left behind,

to hold on to hope for another hug.

Am I too strange?

Am I too tall?

I wait on the sidelines,

hoping someone will let me join the team.

I’ve been waiting forever,

just to truly be seen.

I am always held accountable,

yet give people so many chances.

When I finally decide to say

don’t I deserve a little better?

I’m left out in the cold.

I’m tired of waiting with open arms.