I see all of the pictures
Get the calls
The texts the next day about how great it was
The parties, the fun you have
All without me
I understand I've moved
But five minutes away
You don't care anymore
No more friend time for me
All of you have your parties but don't invite
Then you talk to me like it never happened
Like you haven't stopped caring a long time ago
Like you're not trying to rub it in
If you really did care, you would invite me
Or at least stop to say Hi.
Or stop banishing me
Like one of your groupies
The lesser class
The ones who are fake
I used to be the one who knew the real you
You fell down that popularity rabbit hole.
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The life of the invisible
PoetryLooking deep into the life of the unknown the ones who hide it all. The ones who live in pain. Who have nobody until their knight shows up, and they finally feel real again.
