Why does it feel like I'm unwanted... Everywhere?
Like people don't want me to be present before them?
Like I'm just an uninvited guest that there're so willing to shoo away?
Like my being there creates all the kinds of problems?
Like even if I'm there they just ignore me?
Like my being absent really gives them peace?
Like my isolated self is something to make a mockery of?
Like my invisible tears are something that they can see but choose to ignore?
Like my lying beside them is not at all appreciated?
Like my sharing something is next to negligible?
Like I'm not enough?
Like I'm unwanted?
Maybe... That's why I feel unwanted... Everywhere...
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