Not seeing you smirk doesn't make me blind;
I was never fit for furnished rooms (someone told me)
and I don't get invited to parties.
I can see the fault line
and when catastrophe cracks it open
and divides us
I will stand alone
because I cannot commit to either side.
The friends of my friends' are not mine
and my friends are each others enemies.
Exclude me for my own sake
or better yet, because you don't like me.
Just don't let me think for a moment
I am one of you
and the next, let the tongue slip
on that party I'm not invited to.
Yours sincerely, The Evil Albino.