Someone To Call My Friend

Although I am different, although I am bland. You still wanted me, you took my hand. I think of myself as an observer, I watch through the class, as my peers made friends, as time ticked past. Empty tables and assignments done alone. I was a forgotten hound left with no bone. I know I am strange, I am peculiar and bleak, but you make me happy. You help me on my feet. Quiet gifts of bottlecaps and treats, something I treasure, those tabs I keep. I locked myself away, I was scared and alone. But with you I feel as though I am at home.