Waiting

I'm always on the outside,
I'm always "just there."
I'm here when you need me,
but usually they don't really care.

I'm always the one that gets chosen,
when nobody else is around,
i always just stand on the outside,
and be by myself,
not making a sound.

but inside my heart is screaming,
"will somebody please let me in?"
but now they're all leaving,
so I'll just leave...again

but maybe sometime,
someone will see me,
and hold wide open the door,
And say, just positively beaming,
"what have you been waiting for?"

until then, I'll just be waiting,
for some one to open that door,
there might some one else in need,
so I'll cover up my loneliness and turn to them with a smile,
so they feel wanted, not like me,
but hey, i guess that's what I'm for.