Uncomfortable

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by astropessimist

by astropessimist

I sit beside you two,
It's not what I wanted,
But it's what you wanted,
So I'm there anyways.

The two of you are close,
You kiss and tell,
It's not relaxing.

I'm out of place here,
Why do you keep inviting me?

I need out of here,
But where else would I go?

Who would I go to?

Inhale,
Exhale,
Pause.

Maybe if I suffocate it'll end?

It's not that I want attention,
I would prefer to be a bit more formal.

Instead of being this way in front of me,
Get a room.

Stop telling me to come,
When I don't belong.

It's uncomfortable.