And then there’s me.
Watching all of you.
And I am left on the side looking on.
With no one.
Is the way others feel when they are left out.
We want to belong so badly and then troubled when we are not.
Does the jealousy grow or just the feeling and fear of being forgotten?
Jealous of their happiness but you don’t want to be forgotten.
You watch the connections growing and you know they are not growing with you.
You pray that they would but you kid yourself.
You want it more and more but you can’t keep up.
You feel you are a failure and you just don’t know what to do.
You want to be this person but in truth you are not.
You have this picture of yourself in your head but it is not really you.
I want to be the kind of person people come to when they need help.
The person who doesn’t get mad but I see everyone leaving me behind.
I am not that person; I am jealous I get angry.
I wish I had the connections you have but I don’t.
I want to scream please, Don’t Forget Me but you do, anyway.
What the point of saying anything when I say it you push me away more.
Because I have already forgotten.