yet another event
I was not invited to
Now I feel so low
Looking at stories
Of friends smiling and cheering
Dancing and making memories
That will last decades
Yet here I lay
On my couch watching their many smiles
Sad to see I'm not there
Laughing
Having fun
Enjoying their youth
As it slowly withers apart
But I did this to myself
I don't put myself out there
I'm the loose thumb in the batch
A sore toe to the broken foot
Why am I not there
I'll have a pity party of my own instead
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surviving the storm
PoetryA collection of poems meant to soothe and release the pain from the rainy days
