The Unwanted Friend

Being unwanted isn't exactly a new thing for me.

Your feet scathed the ground

as you came swinging down,

your skirt caught in the wind

- unaware of what I was in.

Shock is a strange emotion,

one that gives you the notion

that the world is sitting still

and that notion is hard to kill.

Sadness fills my tiny heart

as I wait for my turn to start,

but as the clouds close, I wait.

It's beginning to get a bit late.

I wonder if you have forgotten

- or perhaps my mind is rotten.

The door opens and you prance,

clumsily celebrating in dance.

I follow behind with a frown

and let my head hang down.

I bump you from right behind

and watch as you turn to find

that I have been all alone

- and to that, I felt prone.

Waiting, I was, to play,

and to that, you say,

"We didn't want to play with you anyway."

Author's Note

Having friends that purposefully exclude you is worse than not having friends at all.

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

Agreed. That can be seen as a type of bullying and is by all rights disingenuous and abusive. Thanks for sharing.

[John the Baptist]

You're better off without them.