Lost,
Lonely.
Wishing,
Wanting.

As long as I know,
Or remember,
Never had I been kissed
Or danced with.

That one part of my life
That every teen wishes for and gets
Has been denied to me
By something bigger.

Why,
Must I ask,
Why
Me?

What have I to offer?
A lot of faults
And lies
That make a wall.

The wall protects me
From hurt.
Yet keeps me from
The love of teenagers.