Not one of the cool kids

I just remembered that I wrote this…I like it so I thought I’d share it with you πŸ™‚

Creative Endeavours

On the outside looking in
alone
aloof
or forgotten?
Proffered hands of friendship
evaporate like smoke.
Unconsidered.
Uninvited.
Unmissed.
Always an afterthought.
Not one of the cool kids.


I don’t feel this a lot any more, but it was something I was thinking about yesterday. I felt like this a lot as a teenager, and it returns when my anxiety is at its worst.

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