They are right there just inches away from me,
shoulders brushing against each other,
but are they really there?
Are they sitting next to me or are they just sitting on the bench?
Are they walking next to me or are they just walking?
Are we having a conversation or are they just replying out of poilteness because for gods sake i cannot shut the fuck up?
Quite frankly, it's no wonder nobody fucking likes me,
im intolerable.
children express feelings a lot better than me.
All i do is remind people of their annoying little sister when really they should be having a friend right?
I'm no friend,
I'm just there to test their patience.
No words can express the blurry feelings i get while others see me clearly.
The gut wrenching feeling i get in my stomach whenever i see the contrast of how distant they are with me,
versus with others.
The pushing want to pull them towards me because im afraid they will leave.
YOU ARE READING
crappy poems
Poetrypoems or vents idfc its just my feelings (some of them). Fuck around and you might be featured
