My solitude

I look around. What I see is those who have love, others who have their buddies. Yet when I look at myself, all I see is emptiness. I try to join those groups of friends, they push me away and laugh at me. I walk away, physically unfazed, but mentally stricken. I have no place to dwell. When I wish to be alone, those same groups I tried to join try to join me, yet I turn them away. Then they seemed offended, as if I had done wrong, yet when I was in their shoes, I respected them. There is one thing I must congratulate them on: their acting skills. They act like they want me in their groups, yet they only seek my pain and devastation.

Where do I wish to be? Simple: send me to a place where there are people like me, who WON'T push me away. There I shall feel welcomed, because no one is a fake, no one wants to screw me over, and everyone understands where someone else is coming from. That place exists, yet not for me. This place remains locked in my mind, and I can never access it.