Know what's worse
Than being alone?
Seeing that people around you aren't.
I'm right here
But you don't see me.
Maybe because you're always surrounded
And that doesn't let you see any further
To where I'm standing
Alone
as I waited for so long
For you to notice it.
But of course you don't.
Because you are happy
With your perfect life
and your amazing friends.
Why would you care
That I've started hating your happiness?
It doesn't affect you anyway.
And then when you say
At the end of the day
That you missed me
I know it's a lie.
