Alone

I don’t have friends.

Which makes me embarrassed.

If they made fun of me, I would say-

I don’t want friends!

I am edgy! 

I am aloof!

And that sounds better to me.

I never really say that aloud.

But if they cared enough to ask, yes I would say I hate everyone.

Yes, I’m an edgy, aloof teen.

I am too cool to have friends.

I am not stupid, and weird…

I could explain and explain until I get tired and cry.

At the beginning of the semester,

I don’t care where I sit.

I’m unique in that way.

Because I don’t have friends.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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