How futile are these moments you spend-
Sharing your precious moments
Sacrifices you made for the minute pleasures.
All for nothing.
A part of 'them' you were,
A part of their memories,
You think.

Within the room of your heart you kept them, safe from all the insecurities and self doubts;
Protecting them from the warnings of your loved ones,
Who says, "Beware of them, and of their trust" 
With the key of your heart.
As with the failed attempts of a good soul to make a change in the world, so was that advise.

Closer with them you become, 
Pouring out all your love:
Only to later realize, 
Drained. Empty. A deep, blank abyss - your heart.

Dreams are full of them,
As they fill your otherwise empty memories.
Each day you pass, hoping you are a part of them.
Their memories, their life.
Another foolishness of yours that will forever haunt you.
Another instance to prove your naiveness.

All others live on, cherishing each other's moments.
Reliving the fun moments. 
All but you. 
As if you were absent all along.
You were invisible, letting them  go past you with their mean glances.
You were not there, no.
Living a lie, imagining their friendship.
Your presence was insignificant.
Just another passerby, never a member. 
Never 'worth' enough to be one of them.
Polaroids filled with familiar faces, devoid of yours.
Filled with memories you once cherished, but never yours to own. 
Nothing to claim.

After all these years, that room is full, the one in your heart.
All those poured out love given back by the real people you deserved,
But the walls of the room is broken, 
And the key lost.