Being an observer is a completely different view.
You're not noticed,
but that doesn't mean everyone else isn't.
It's a beautiful thing to see.
Each person does such exotic things.
It's undesirable.
You can't help but stare.
Their actions are indespicable.
There's always that one person who's by themselves.
Antisocial is what others think of them,
but that's not true.
Nobody communicates with them.
The jocks are continuously together,
the semi populars are socializing with almost everyone,
and the losers are typically in a corner doing something inappropriate.
But where does this one person belong?
Nowhere.
Walking around in a small circle.
They observe everyone else,
like I am with them.
This is me.
The person by themself.
Hi, how are you?
Do you want to be my friend?
May 1st, 2019
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