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The Vulnerable Hours

I feel insignificant

Used

Unwanted

Lonely

I hate using that word

But sometimes it’s called for

Maybe I’m saying this

Because it’s the middle of the night

The Vulnerable Hours

Where your soul pours out

The tears you’ve been holding back come

And the need to be fake dissipates

For a moment

I am not socially active

I tell myself I am

I work extra hard

To set up time with friends

Who either cancel

Or don’t care

And I guess things don’t always work

But I feel cursed

Because three cancelations

In less than a week?

Three different people?

And everyone else is busy

Something tells me

I’m not wanted