Get In Where You Fit In

You know that feeling when your surrounded by a group of people, but you feel so alone. I'm looking around the room at each, and every face, but your the face I don't see. The face that haunts my dreams, the only person who knows me better than I know myself. Where are you? Like a ghost in the night, you fade with each passing moment, leaving me alone, and helpless. Where do I fit in? Am I a misfit? these question roam throughout my head day by day, and night by passing night. How is it that the people I call friends don't have anything in common with me but the same classes, and may be music. Words are the missing response to action., yet so many people do it. I crave to be around a group of people who won't judge, like to have fun, and just....get me. I'm not the shopping type, I don't like to complain about my parents or siblings...that's too personal. Sometimes separating myself from everything, and everyone is the only time that who I am isn't a play-by-play of someone else. Friendship should NOT be a competition, or charity work. If I want to hang out with you, that's just you, not your entire click. Where do I fit it? The person I used to be is fading, I can't find her, but when I look into your unyielding eyes I know where I should be....By your side, and no where else.