a/n: this is my first poem, edited. just note, i'm absolutely infuriated because the second draft of my poem was somehow wiped away, and i'm in a fit because it was so good and this 'third' draft thing is just scrapings of what i can remember. i'm seriously upset about this though :I but, enjoy, hopefully it all makes sense! or not. gah.
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THE OUTSIDER
i find it hard not to smile
at the conversations they make
some are funny, some are odd
like the one about jenn's dry cake
i will not say a word though
i'll just stand and observe
their eyes are all bright
and their lips in an upward curve
one week passes
and two, three, four
but i'm still the shy kid in the back
with my knapsack on the cold floor
i try to counsel myself
"c'mon, you can do it!"
but-but what if i say something weird
like 'i've never eaten a banana split?'
so i hide away, an outsider
in the comfort of my little home
it's covered in gold and silver brilliance
and gardens with colorful gnomes
people would come and visit me
but i lost my keys to the door
if i just made some effort to look for it
then maybe, just maybe
life would mean so much more.
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*a moment of silence for all the lonely peeps who think saying you've never eaten a banana split is as bad as saying you've never seen a banana spit*
