No. 2
I hate the no. 2 cause its what I've always been.
Since elementary school I've walked on the grass that is next to the side walk.
I've walked behind a pair with joined arms
I've sat alone in the backseat of a car.
I've been silent during conversations with others.
"Well I" I would say for the first time.
"Well I" I would try again.
I figured third times a charm right?
"Well I" and no one even glances my way.
I envy cute families in books and tv shows because I realized
I could never form a friendship like that.
Someone willing to die for me?
I can barely convince anyone to want to hang out.
So I form relationships with books.
I idealize romance and love in hopes it will one day fill the void in my heart.
That one the it will overcome the voice in my head berating me I will never be enough.
I pretend my eyes don't glow green
whenever I see videos of friends doing everything together.
I want to be liked.
I want to be loved.
I want everyone to stop leaving.
I want to be seen.
I want to be heard and
I want to be someone's world
but that isn't realistic for a second choice. Is it?
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Stage 5: The Sadness and Depression begins
Love, Nandu
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