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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.
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Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 12:52 AM UTC
And They All Keep Moving On
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
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Gender Fluid
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 12:52 AM UTC
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