Why

Why must I struggle?
Why must I cry?
Why am I left
While life passes me by?
I am not quiet.
I am not small.
Why, then, do I
Feel left out of it all?
Relationships, friends,
Phone calls and jaunts.
These are just some
Of the things that I want.
I should not envy,
I should not whine.
But I long for even
Just one to be mine.
Am I that weird?
Am I that odd?
Do I blend into
The walls and the sod?
My hope is simple.
My prayer is this:
That someone might
Love and accept me 'as is'.