While waiting for a friend request. . .
“Funny.” Everyone’s laughing.
“Strange kid.” I don’t fit in.
“Problems.” Ya I’ve got them.
“Wrong Clothes.” Our budget’s thin.
“Awkward.” What can I say now?
“Sounds weird.” I speak my best.
“Annoying.” I just want to fit.
“Disadvantaged.” That explains the rest.
But when I go home at night and I’m all alone,
their words start to make sense to me.
I lay down staring at an empty phone (no messages).
When will they know the real me?
Maybe one day they’ll get to see. . .
is not true. . .
no it’s not true at all. . .
Sometimes a friend request will come. . . sometimes it won’t. Not every story has a fairy-tale ending.
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