I Am Was
"Are you okay?"
they asked.
"Yeah. I am,"
I replied with a sigh.
Then they left.
I laughed inside of me.
I just realized something.
They just asked if I'm okay
but they don't really care.
They shouldn't have asked me
if they're just going to hear my answer.
Now I know, none of them really care.
It hits me so hard knowing it.
They're the one I considered the closest to me
but I was wrong, I really was wrong.
I should have realized earlier
that I was in a group I don't belong to.
It hurts, it really hurts.
It's the fact anyway.
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Thoughts, Feelings, and Experiences
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