Find or Found?

I always have a feeling of someone looking for me..But they had found me but they lose me every time. As I walk along with friends and family I never fit but I go along, With my fair complexion and my bright green eyes and ruby lips. I cling to someone so I obey the stubborn gravity as my mind is racing with thoughts and words only to make feel me more different. To shy to look up and find or to be found.
Its called being handled or..taken away. Everyone goes but when they come back they end up like me.
Even when I'm alone I look and feel so different from everyone...like they find somethings funny when I sit there and try to smile,But I know they see I don't belong but hold my hands just so I don't disappear again.
When I lay in my bed to sick to do anything. I stare off into space and wonder why I don't fit. But when you appeared at my side . I was to weak to even hold your hands, I tried to get up but my legs gave out. I seemed to weak in your arms. But you held me ever so strong, As you kissed the top of my head you whispered.
"I have found you..."
That's when I looked up. You were my missing piece , And why I never fit in with anyone, Cause I never had you at my side.
I never needed to find anything. You found me first.