Do you know what it's like to not have any friends?
And not in the joking manner, to not literally have anyone you can talk to.
To wander through school corridors,
staring at the floor
and recognising people, not by their face
but by which shoe tried to trip you over.
To hold back tears when the teacher asks you to find a partner
and nobody even glances in your direction.
The physical pang; the shame of the adult forcing you into a group of friends,
who probably don't even know my name and don't learn it anyway.
'Just make some friends then.'
Do you know how hard that is for someone who is only viewed as a waste of oxygen.
Too scared to speak up.
That was me. I was the spare part.
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Hey all you other spare parts, I promise it gets better <3
If you ever need another outsider to talk to, I'm right here :)
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Just Some Words | Poetry
PoetryAfter a brief wave of inspiration, I decided to allow my brain to fully process the words and let them flow on to the keyboard. I know it's real weird and I hope I don't know you. Anyway, here's an insight into this brain of mine :)
