I just don’t belong, I am the forgotten one.
You may try to convince me otherwise.
But your actions speak louder than your words.
This happens all too often.
They say they like me, they consider me a friend.
Every time, I fall for it. Every single time.
But you can’t call someone a friend, and not make plans with them.
You can’t call someone a friend, and never reach out.
And I know they have the time, they can put forth the effort.
I see them making plans with other friends, I see them reaching out.
People. They treat me differently.
They say one thing, but do another.
And why?
Why even call me their friend? Why even feed me those lies?
If they really do consider me a friend, why don’t they show me they care?
Why don’t they hang out with me? Why don’t they reach out?
I try hard not to make a big deal of it, I try hard to shrug it off.
I’m an adult, I don’t need friends. I tell myself.
But it hurts.
It hurts to see them hang out with other friends. It hurts to see them reach out.
…The way they said they would with me.
So what is wrong with me?
Do I not deserve their attention? Their effort? Their time?
My life feels empty without friends.
But no one seems to care. No one cares at all.
I just don’t belong, I am the forgotten one.