The Others

The Others...
Apart from the others i stand,
I am obvious to only him.
He sees through my act,
and would never say,
"I don't love you like I loved you yesterday"

He sees the real me and is the world in my eyes.
His poor soul
Is not in need of your help...
We need no pity,
Only love
So come visit us on our lonely days,
And we'll grant you one wish.
The wish of hope, or love, or even life.
But to live in a world so "safe" would be a fright