I'm alone in a room full of people
everyone seems to fit in well
when they open their mouths
heads turn and people pay attention
all eyes are on them
no one has their eyes on me
I feel like a spectator in my conversations
like someone who is not meant to be there
looking into a home through a window
defying the definition of third wheel
by being one in a group above three
no one would notice if I disappeared
I could easily walk away from here
stop butting in with my comments
because no one wants to hear them
stop asking to join when people don't
think of inviting me to in the first place
no one cares about me anyways
they don't text me first
they don't ask about my day
they only seem to care about
certain aspects that entertain them
or come to me for their own needs
no one seems to understand me
they say that I should text first
that I should talk about my day
without being asked about it
but I don't want to talk when
you won't really listen to me
no one will ever hear me
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The Things I Never Said
PoésieA series of poems that follow the theme of things I've never said aloud. There are the things I think about late at night when I reflect on my day and the things that go on in my life. I have many thoughts on my mind, I have a lot of conversations w...
