Chatter.
Outbursts of laughter.
Everyone's together,
they're all having a good time.
But are they all?
There's one person
who's just there.
The odd one out,
the 'wrong' one,
the one no one knows is dying inside
Because of his demons,
demons that torture
with words,
"You're not good enough"
"You're so weird"
They say talk more,
Participate in the group.
But when he does,
they cut him off.
They mock him,
with no mercy.
These demons,
They take the form
of people called
"friends"
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Hey everyone! Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy this anthology thing.
Message me if you have questions, comments or suggestions.
Thanks and keep reading, it's great to know that people are appreciating what I write!
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Poetry
Poetryim laying out my heart and soul for you. treat it well, care for it. do not cast it aside. my first feelings were real but i could not transfer them from mind to paper. but now i can. start with my low, end with my high.
