That feeling,
The one in my chest,
The feeling of my heart withering,
A feeling of betrayal,
A feeling of seclusion,
When I'm refused acceptance into any group,
When people ignore my very existence,
Either that or despise every fiber of it.
What did I do?
What makes you not want me?
I apologize for whatever I did,
Though I've done no wrong.
That's okay though, I suppose.
You aren't the first.
I'd sooner be in solitude,
More so than with a swine like you.
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Little Writings From A Little Person
PoesiaThis is a collection of little writings and poems that I've written. They range in any subject possible. I just write whenever I'm bored, so I've decided to share them with people other than my close friends. I hope you like them. ❤
