Catharsis

What Am I?

Do I not mean anything meaningful to anyone? Is my presence in everyone's lives so insignificant that they all shunt me out. 

What did I do to end up stuck in this cycle, to be met with the illusion of happiness only to realise too late that it was all a lie.

People complain that I'm not social enough, but they are the reason I don't want to interact with others. Why bother trying to make friends when everyone just turns their back.

They all left, and just when I thought I might actually have friends they too left like everyone before them. It seemed like they cared in the beginning, but now it's all too clear that I barely enter their thoughts.

My friend, the only person who cares isn't real. I made her up and she resides in my mind, but she can't stop the loneliness, the feeling that I am trapped in a world that I am not meant to be in.