Short Stories

Inside Out

I'm on the outside looking in. They're smiles light up the room that I will never be apart of. I laugh at the inside joke that I don't get. I smile as they talk amongst each other and never acknowledge my very existence. I think about how if I got up and left, no one would notice. I glance to the people who call me a friend and wonder... will I ever be good enough? Will I ever fit in? Will they ever like me?