I'm next to you yet I can't be seen
I'm speaking yet I can't be heard
I'm just following like I'm a lost girl
looking for her mom
for a place where I belong
But you said I belong with you
What was supposed to be a pair of supportive friends
Just turns out to be a pair
That makes me feel small again
Where their words are like a foreign language
I can't understand them
I'm a kid, they're the adults
I'm in a different world from them
My opinions don't matter
Just keep quiet
Cause none of the things I say will even be considered
Carry the label 'friends'
Yet I feel like trash
Cause I'm just tossed aside and ignored
I'm the black sheep that will never fit in
Yet I can't seem to leave
The fear of the darkness keeps me clinging
To they who are like the oxygen I need to live
Because I fear what will happen if I let go
I'm scared of the prospect of being alone
So I hold on
To friends who have to go out of their way to include me
To the feeling that I am not as important, not as smart, not as worthy to have my words be heard
To days, months, years of being a shadow of the two people I call my friends
Because somehow being ignored is better
Than having no "friends"
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the lost stories
Randomcause sometimes your brain just can't commit and you can only write short mini-stories, probably the length of a single chapter sometimes it's not just prose, but poems, letters, just anything sometimes you can talk about how great life is to how de...
