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Trees rustling in the wind,
birds cheerfully chirping,
singing their song,
for everyone to hear
A group of friends,
sitting under the cool shade of a tree,
chatting among themselves,
hiding from the sun's scorching rays.
However, one feels out of place.
Why?
these are people I'm supposed to feel myself around,
so why do I feel like I'm wearing a mask,
why do I feel out of place?
It wasn't always like this,
I used to feel like I belonged,
somewhere I felt I could stay,
now though, I'm not sure
I don't know why this started,
I used to enjoy being with them,
I used to look forward to being with them,
now though, I'm not too sure.
Why?
why do I feel like this?
why do I feel like I don't belong,
why do I feel out of place?
They haven't said anything,
they haven't done anything,
but I feel like they don't want me here,
I feel like they're sick of me.
Why?
I don't think I've done anything,
I dare not ask, for fear I won't like the answer,
I'm not happy anymore,
what's changed?
I don't know the answer,
I don't know if I want to know the answer,
should I say something?
should I let them know my concerns?
or should I keep quiet,
as to not be more annoying?
I don't know what to do.
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Like Petals Under a Tree
Poetry"My thoughts fall and gather on a page, like that of petals under a tree." A collection of poems, of varying lengths and genres. Each poem has it's own theme, and the words string together to convey that theme and the meaning blooms. Cover designed...
