I'm in a room full of people
but I still feel lonely
I like him but he doesn't like me
I wish he would notice me more
I'm sitting in this room everyone laughing and talking
While i'm alone and silent
Everyone has their little groups
And when it's time to talk they all find those groups
So I stand awkwardly
As i'm just watching
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YOU ARE READING
Planted
Poetry"As my feet are planted on the ground I'm not really here I'm thinking about fleeing and being away for it is you I fear."
