Wanted

Do people like me?

It feels like they only hang out with me to keep me happy.

I don’t want to be a burden, to have to be a different version,

To have to draw a curtain on my true version.

I just want to feel wanted.

I want to feel like we’ve truly bonded,

Not someone you’ve just adopted.

I think I'm going mad,

It's not like my home life is sad,

But I’m trapped in iron clad.

I feel trapped,

But I have to adapt,

Before I get slapped

By the truth, before I run out of youth

All I seem to feel is ruth

I’ve been hidden from the truth.

Do people even like me? Is it only to a certain degree?

Or is it only because my support and care is free?

Can't you see? I’m lost at sea,

I need a guarantee that people like me.