so i guess we're just your rejects. the three of us who didn't make the cut. the one who you'd known forever and the one i'd introduced you to and the one you almost stole from me. so i guess it's not just me. i guess none of us were ever enough for you. and what's wrong with us? were we not pretty enough? did we dress the wrong way, or like the wrong kind of music, or get sad too often? did your other friends wonder why we hung around, complain that we weren't anyhing like them? complain that we weren't the picture perfect teenagers you always pretended to be?
so we didn't fake who we were. so we didn't wear the right clothes. so we didn't know any of the music you played. you didn't have to leave us. didn't have to make us feel like rejects and left-behinds and not-good-enoughs.
i thought it was just me but now you've left three people in your wake who refuse to speak your name and out of all of them i seem to be the only one who'd crawl back to you in a heartbeat.
//REJECTS//
YOU ARE READING
this is everything i didn't say
Poetryand then there was one //if you know me, please ask before reading this, it's very personal
