I know everybody
In the room.
Their names,
Their birthdays,
Where they used to
Go to school.
I wish them a
Happy birthday
Every year.
Yet they never
Remember mine.
I choose them
To be in my group.
Yet they never
Sit with me.
I float between
Social groups,
Never knowing
Who'll take me in.
No one really
Knows me.
For nobody cares
About the
Social outcast.
aarghhhh why does the formatting have to be so stubborn...
YOU ARE READING
~ Poetry ~
PoetryJust a few poems. I'll write as much as possible. Some sad, some thoughtful. Okay mostly sad. Fun fact: Monster's Cage and Saviour were written for class.
