(yeah....it's a prodigal son reference; what of it?)
Sometimes I feel like a third wheel.
Someone on the side, not really in it.
Just there for the entertainment value.
People aren't themselves around me.
And I can't be myself around them since I am too busy fulfilling my job as comic relief.
As the diversion, distraction.
The one who is there just because.
But when that doesn't happen.
When I am the one talked too.
I can feel out of my depth.
Thrown in the deep end.
I am stuck between two worlds.
I only hope I can carve out my own
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Aww! I'm sorry! I didn't realize we made you feel that way... =( You have to tell us these things!! Don't bottle it all up! *hugs* I will be more attentive from now on! =D
ReplyDeleteNot true - this afternoon for me was basically just me with nothing to hide behind. Whether you be taking the role of "Comic Relief" or not, I was still able to converse at ease.
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