Poetry

I Wasn't Accepted

I wasn't accepted. I read too much.

Sometimes, being on the outside was nice

Sometimes, it wasn't

I didn't care. They don't like me? Not my problem.

Sometimes, being on the outside was nice

I could observe without participating, exist without being noticed

I didn't care. They don't like me? Not my problem.

They have plenty of friends.

I could observe without participating, exist without being noticed

After all, the girl buried in her book can't possibly be listening.

They have plenty of friends.

I was just fine with my few.

After all, the girl buried in her book can't possibly be listening.

She's only good for teasing and taunting, anyways.

I was just fine with my few.

Who needs the real world?

She's only good for teasing and taunting, anyways.

Sometimes, it wasn't.

Who needs the real world?

I wasn't accepted. I read too much.