Alone In A Crowd Of Pretty People

I'm all alone in a crowd of pretty people. I feel inadequate,,, with all these pretty people around me.

I wonder why I'm here,, yet, I feel that I am worthy of being here, even if I'm all alone in the crowd.

I suppose that most everyone at one time or another has not fit in,, yet,, I don't care about that,, I'm all alone because I see the pain of those "pretty people" trying ever so hard to fit into the herd.

I watch the leaders of the "pretty people" and see that when the rank and file leave for just a minute, the "pretty people" leaders make fun of those who just left,, (the non-pretty people).

When they return, the "pretty people" welcome them back into their group. I watch. I see. I feel a great deal of sadness for those "pretty people".

Is it any wonder I'm alone,, I don't wear the clothes the "pretty people" wear. I don't belong to the clubs the "pretty people" belong to. Yet,, I watch,, I hear,, I see,, and most of all I feel. Peace.