Mar 13
In a room full of every person I've ever talked to, None would choose me, it's painfully true. Faces familiar, voices once near, Yet I remain unnoticed, lost in their cheer.
Each conversation, a fleeting exchange, But deeper connections, they always estrange. Among the crowd, I stand alone, Invisible, unheard, my heart a stone.
Words spoken, promises made, But in the end, I'm left in the shade. Friendships falter, love fades away, Leaving me wandering, lost in dismay.
Memories echo, whispers of the past, But they're fleeting, they never last. In this room of ghosts, I linger unseen, Yearning for acceptance, in a world so keen.
In a room full of every person I've ever talked to, None would choose me, a fate I can't undo. Yet I would not blame them, for if it was on me, Even I myself would never choose me.
Each conversation, a fleeting exchange, But deeper connections, they always estrange. Among the crowd, I stand alone, Invisible, unheard, my heart a stone.
Words spoken, promises made, But in the end, I'm left in the shade. Friendships falter, love fades away, Leaving me wandering, lost in dismay.
Memories echo, whispers of the past, But they're fleeting, they never last. In this room of ghosts, I linger unseen, Yearning for acceptance, in a world so keen.
In a room full of every person I've ever talked to, None would choose me, a fate I can't undo. Yet I would not blame them, for if it was on me, Even I myself would never choose me.
