While everyone else keeps walking
I’m frozen in time
stuck in a dilemma
of whether it’s worth it to take just one more step
to join the crowd
or to go unnoticed as an individual.
My voice is muted
by the laughter that flies by to taunt me
the wind carries the others’ words of disdain towards me
even if it was spoken with the softest whisper
the air still picked it up and brought it to me.
If I kept on walking would I be part of the crowd
or would I still stick out
as the elephant in the room?
And when I left that day,
on February 20th,
did they ever really care?
They just kept on walking
while I was stuck for weeks
trapped in a bubble of melancholy.
I’m still in the same place I used to be
but in a new form
where they all say they love me
and they still always seem to move on.
I’m just another face,
another phase,
of a short part of their life,
a meager replacement for the one they had before.
And I’ll always wonder when that day will come
when they say they’ve had enough,
when there’s someone better to take my place,
and they all keep moving on.
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 12:52 AM UTC
While everyone else keeps walking
I’m frozen in time
stuck in a dilemma
of whether it’s worth it to take just one more step
to join the crowd
or to go unnoticed as an individual.
My voice is muted
by the laughter that flies by to taunt me
the wind carries the others’ words of disdain towards me
even if it was spoken with the softest whisper
the air still picked it up and brought it to me.
If I kept on walking would I be part of the crowd
or would I still stick out
as the elephant in the room?
And when I left that day,
on February 20th,
did they ever really care?
They just kept on walking
while I was stuck for weeks
trapped in a bubble of melancholy.
I’m still in the same place I used to be
but in a new form
where they all say they love me
and they still always seem to move on.
I’m just another face,
another phase,
of a short part of their life,
a meager replacement for the one they had before.
And I’ll always wonder when that day will come
when they say they’ve had enough,
when there’s someone better to take my place,
and they all keep moving on.
this poem is about feeling lonely and replaceable by the ones you call your friends