Colorful Love

Have you ever felt completely insignificant?
Have you ever felt completely rejected?
Sometimes I feel so different, I believe that I must not be feeling the same things other people feel in my situation.
Its like the color of things I see are completely different then the ones other people see, like someone's orange is my blue and things are just lost in translation.
Everything in me is conflicted.
Sometimes I just want to run away and remake myself but I also don't want to be afraid.
People talk about love like its a club.
Want to join?
There's a small cover fee, your heart and everything connected.
Normally at the risk of being cliche', I'd say no, but also, it has been said, "A life without love isn't worth living."
What am I worth?
I set my standards high because I used to believe I was worth it.
But now people are telling me that I'm looking for perfect and there just isn't perfect.
What's the answer?
Does love exist?
Or is it something we created to feel like we belong?
As the reject, I once again feel left out.
What if nothing is ever good enough for me?
What if I'm permanently insatiable when it comes to life?
What if someone's love is my orange?