Grey

It hurts to see empty space,
the chairs around you quietly begging,
begging to do better,
to be more attractive,
more interesting,
to just say something.
but yet-
anything that comes out,
it sounds wrong,
or it doesn't,
and it sounds funny,
or nice,
or complements their hair.
but it's not ennough,
because I'm not trying.
im just akward matter,
taking up social space,
im not anti-social,
I love people,
I want friends,
im a good friend.
but yet I'm uninteresting.
No matter how hard I try,
I only talk in shades of grey,
im not blue
or red,
even the purples find eachother.
but grey will only be known,
it won't be cherished,
it won't be tied to anything,
it won't be the best friend.
grey is only the aquantence. 
grey is all I've ever been.