(Excuse me while I dip back into my teenage angst era for some poetry)
Friends?
Yes, the best of friends.
Through thick and thin,
There for you through it all
But if we’re friends,
Then why do I feel so
Lonely
A house filled with laughter
And jokes
And happiness
Plans for the summer
Plans for a road trip
Vacation
And group outings
And yet
My opinion is worth nil
And the plan moves forward
Without me
Filled with so much angst
And being left in the dark
It’s hard to imagine
That we’re actually friends
But they show up
Week after week
For laughs and
Shared drinks
And even though
I sit amongst them
I’m not sure if
I belong
An odd one out
Stories cut off
Or ignored
Not quite… there
And it makes me wonder
If I didn’t sit there
Would they even
notice.