Third Wheeling

Why am I surrounded, but all alone?

Your remarks to each other, so subtle, sting to my core

My pain remains hidden, underneath a composed exterior

Still I feel that jolt of hurt, every time, soaking into previous wounds

Leaving me beaten, distraught, and tired.

Tired of you, tired of them.

I understand I’m not the favorite one.

Still I stay here, with nowhere to go.

If I went away, then I would be more than alone.

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Wow, this is very sad but understandable! To live with feeling alone
or the reality of truly being alone , deep piece! Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!