Instructions: Write the poem with any topic you want, make sure the structure is alphabetical
Topic of choice: Friends
Poem Name: Under The Radar
Word Count: 292
All the time, walking down the halls with my friends, I'm trailing behind at the back.
Behind my pals as they giggle, laugh, and squeal.
Conversations that I yearn to join, but never can, are held.
Don't worry, this is normal. So don't give them any flack.
Every day it happens. I'm ignored while gossip and rumours are revealed.
Futile attempts at speaking are repelled.
Great times, am I right?
How fun it is, being left behind.
Invitations are a fantasy, my reality is ignorance.
Just when I think they're listening, the moment takes off in flight.
Keeping their attention for more than a second is a grind.
Living like this for ages and ages, wondering what I've done wrong and how I can pay penance.
Minutes, hours, days, and weeks are spent left behind and not spared a thought.
Never even considered, I'm just left in the dust.
Oh, what am I doing wrong?
Pondering and pondering, an answer is something I have never caught.
Questions and queries I have about how I should adjust.
Realizing that your friends rarely notice that you exist is awful.
Sitting there all day, listening and never being heard.
Thinking of solutions like it's an equation, even though it clearly is not.
Unnoticed by these people who don't mean it in a bad way. It's just that my presence, to them, isn't plentiful.
Vindictiveness, spite, and hurt are not their goals. Their interest in me is just as fickle as a bird.
Why this is the case, I have given much thought.
Xylography, geography, and I give them no interest.
Yes, it's quite lonely being a ghost in a crowd.
Zeroed in on for only a fleeting moment before disappearing under the radar once more.
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