fit in.

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I always look at the girls with the tight group

Laughing

Smiling

Having a place of their own.

But what am I?

Am I the smart one?

Obviously not, because I make mistakes and

People call me

Stupid.

Am I the serious one?

No, because I'm always getting

Looks

And words like

"Get a grip!"

Am I the silly one?

Never. I'm always the last to get the jokes

That makes me

Stupid

Serious

And not funny.

What am I?

Am I just the one who will never fit in?

Was I never meant to fit in?

The loner?

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