Sitting in the background,
not afraid.
Sitting lonely on the paved, cold, ground you stay.
Hurting in and out of place.
Looking for the connection that has fade.
Wondering how and why you got this way.
Replaced.
Now fading to the background, hurt.
That is your new place.
I've been replaced by a couple people who I thought were my friends.Then when I needed them most they replaced me and turn their backs on me.Please vote and comment your thoughts.
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PoetryPoems Some of these poem are based off some things that happen to me. They also represent how you need to stand up for what you believe in. Be yourself, because so many people don't have that right. But we do and you shouldn't pretend to be someone...
