I feel like this more than you'd know.
But how would you know?
How much do you care?
Enough to make me feel like this.

Alone.
Ostracized.

On the outside,
it's called The Time Of My Life.

On the inside,
I hear your laughter without me.
And I know the secrets you keep.
The jokes I'm on the outside of.

How do I prioritized the Great Unknown?
To not be so alone?

Unknown.