Nowhere

Exiled

Once a part of a group

Now no longer 

Forced to roam alone, yet never far 

The group always in distance, yet not sure how to approach 

Maybe It was meant like this

Forced to watch the group grow

Slowly watching them shift farther away then I thought 

Was I left behind?

That can't be right.

They keep on looking back at me.

Faces of Pity. Engraved to the skull.

They whisper loudly, I can hear it.

Not sure what it's about entirely.

They pretend I don't notice. Gives them comfort at night.

Saying all the plans they want, "birthdays, parties, hanging out".

I watch them as they slowly forget the grief they've caused. 

It must be nice not being accidentally exiled.

Maybe I could make plans one day. The best plan