Your quiet screams try to pierce the air,

Begging for acknowledgement to no avail.

Being left out

Can feel like a knife to the heart.

And you saw them look at you

You know they know you're there

You want to say "hi"

Want to cry out why

Why?

Why I am always at the end of the list

Am I no one if I'm no one to miss?

Didn't think friends were supposed to make me feel this way

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This a poem. I wrote this on valentines day, when I felt lonely (I've never had a partner) , but also I felt like my friends were  ignoring me. (In my defense, one of them said hi to me when I was in the library and the proceeded to sit with other people, but I'm probably just overacting). Today I was feeling lonely again, so I edited this and decided to publish it. Consider this a rant, because I will never, ever, ever, share this with my friends.

Love,

Cyrstal