Not one of the cool kids

On the outside looking in
alone
aloof
or forgotten?
Proffered hands of friendship
evaporate like smoke.
Unconsidered.
Uninvited.
Unmissed.
Always an afterthought.
Not one of the cool kids.


I don’t feel this a lot any more, but it was something I was thinking about yesterday. I felt like this a lot as a teenager, and it returns when my anxiety is at its worst.

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