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a whispered secret
a knowing glance
a random laugh
a hidden joke

i know i wasn’t there
but i swear it wasn’t my fault
so please stop making me feel
so freaking left out.

i’d rather be with you
and i know it doesn’t seem like much
but
a shaky streaks
a liked photo
a viral tweet
a funny video
thanks for giving me a reason
to give in to all this fomo.
i have a very bad pet peeve of feeling extremely left out and helpless in the smallest of situations and it makes me feel so terrible inside for feeling this way and why i shouldn’t even care in the first place but i can’t help it. here’s a very ****** poem to try to express how i feel
Things are never as they seem
Flowing, rushing like a bloodstream
There are many different groups
Just going around through many loops

Feeling left out of the flows
But that is just how life goes
They pretend to like you, care about you
At least until they find someone better, someone new

That is when you realize you were never important
But what you don't realize is that you are all-important to me
He packed up his clothes into his bag, she came in their room and she was confused, "Where are you going?"
He looked down, "Somewhere else,"
She cried, "But why? Why did you leave?"
He grabbed her by the cheeks, wiped her tears and said, "I think I just can't do this anymore, I can't stay no more, I can't have a deal with you,"
"Deal with me?"
He exhaled slowly, "You know what?"

"You can't just tell people to go away and then ask them to get back,
You can't just throw away the love that people gave to you and ask for another one,
You can't just speak 'I don't wanna lose you' and then you treat me like an option,
You can't just say 'I love you' to me and the next second you ignored me like I was nothing to you,"

"But-"

He shaked his head, "But what? You wanna say 'I love you' and make me feel guilty? You wanna say 'I'm sorry' like it will change everything? I can't do this anymore. I don't wanna see you suffer, but you made me suffer. I'm done with this, I'm sorry."

And after that, he brought his bag and left her crying in the corner of their--her room.
it's emo time
Grant Dickson Jul 2018
You turned your back on me today
didn't even have the guts to say,
Cast out like a homeless person
Only teaching me one more lesson.

I was slowly getting my life back
Seeing me fight barriers and tears,
Finding music as my therapuatic track
Back and forth I went for a few years.

Building me up making me strong
Then with one swipe I was gone,
Not caring if it was right or wrong
As least I knew for a while I shone.

You took your patronising aid
Threw it back in my joyful face,
All the love and care you displayed
Then lit the fire while in bed I layed.

I may glow brighter as you fall
When your gone I will still be here,
setting a spark with one swift call
But I will remember have no fear.

(C) Grant Dickson 08/07/2018
This was written after i found out the so called people who once had my back turned their backs on me
Mary-Eliz Jun 2018
it seems no matter which way I goes
I'm never much further in than my toes
always feeling left out
and having self-doubt
but I guess that's just how the wind blows.
Gul e Dawoodi Nov 2017
You and I are on the same page
In one way or another, we feel the same
As we see them walking through the corridors with their heads high;
We stand still, deep down our hearts sigh
We look down upon ourselves
feeling like some broken, old decorative pieces, but why?
I wonder if we haven't discovered the universe inside us
Maybe there's so much more than what lies behind;
These cool outfits and daily small talks
Or maybe we really are ordinary, fading in the background
Trying so hard to fit in but still being left out
Twelve Aug 2017
no matter how hard you love the person,
you’re still not enough.
no matter how difficult it gets,
you’re still there.
no matter how it *****,
you’re still good
no matter what happen,
you’re still alone
I have gone through what you've said all over again and again and again...
i have played every last words you've said in my head for about a million times...
I have thought of every possible reasons of  why you said those words to me...
and i have been wondering why these words are hurting me in so many ways.
Why would you say those and then leave me afterwards?
Why did you have to say "goodbye" but still call me "love"?.
These had me confused for some couple nights and it stole my sleep at times.
"Goodbye,love"...
Why do you have to call me "love" , when you can't even stay by my side?
You had me going crazy with these small words.
I loved you and i know you love me...
i feel that you love me...
you still love me...
isn't that enough?
could that stand as a reason for you to stay and not to walk away?
...
I think not.
Because if that was enough , then you wouldn't have to leave and the thought of leaving wouldn't even cross your mind...
i swear something died inside of me the moment you took your first step away.
...
...
...
But i can still hope,right?
there's still hope,right?
Because you've been still crossing my mind
and i have played your last words for a million times.

"Goodbye,love"
"Goodbye,love"
"Goodbye,love"
"Goodbye,lov­e"
"Goodbye,love"

You still love me and you're coming back.
Rhianecdote Mar 2017
Wondering how at nearly 25
I'm feelin left out?
This shelved life
got me in two minds
But I won't cry over split milk
It'll soon be dried
Up like the invites
I forgot to R.S.V.P
too busy tellin you
I'm just too busy
tryin to do me,
Right?*

Just do right by me
tonight
And bring me back in.
Going off ain't a sin,
Yeah I may have gone off
but not by much.
Still here on the side,
Tried to stay in touch
Reaching distance,
So reach out
And pick me up
it's worthwhile
you've not had enough
What's gone today,
come tomorrow will fill your cup.
Left overs still the best
Just need some heating up,
A fresh season,
a little warmth and love
When you're feeling like a left out carton of milk on the kitchen counter
Raylene Lu Mar 2017
Letters?

They're squashed fossils,
preserved in
layered stone

Sentences?

They're subtitles to a video
uploading inside our minds

Paragraphs?

They're lined paths
we sprint across
unfolding adventure

Pages?

They're sheets of ice
with squiggly cracks
our eyes pierce through,
diving into open sea

Novels?

They're the thickest fans
that cool flames of
angry loneliness

Series?*

They're a family of pet magpies
pecking each other on their shelves
if not placed neatly
Books? They're really not. Everything's so popular makes me just want something of my own. It's like I like books but I don't read what everyone else usually reads. I don't follow the trend, so they should be called something else for me, if that makes any sense at all.
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