Friends outside partying
If you could call them that.
Again I'm not invited
It's not really a surprise.
I pretend to don't mind.
The truth is I
Don't know what I did.
Why am I not invited,
I mean they seemed
To be my friends.
It could be my strict parents
But I'm not to blame for that
I guess I'm an alien
In a world full of lies.
It's not OK,
I can't tell them that.
Feeling left out
And they don't even mind.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Thoughts
PoetryThere are more and more depressed people every day and it's about time someone starts talking about it. Since I am no exception, my words paint a picture of the ups and downs of this mental illness.
