I am here but I so often feel like I am not present
Maybe I'm afraid it will end like last time
Can you come with us on Sunday?
No. I can't. I'm free next Sunday though.
Sorry, we're going this Sunday.
They show me their smiles.
I try to talk to them but I am interrupted with inside jokes that I am not apart of
Yet, I still have to be happy.
That's my job.
And I'm jealous of her again. I shouldn't be.
But she has it all. She is talented, everyone loves her, and everyone falls at her feet with compliments.

Once, just once, I'd like it to be me.