Left Behind

Written a long time ago. So messy in my notebook I can hardly read it; shows how upset I was.

That's it - walk away.
Leave me behind,
To tag along.
I'm always her -
The one who tags along
Behind the older girls,
The cooler girls.
They don't want me;
I'm not worth a glance.
You say not to speak,
So I don't, but only
Because I've nothing to say.
Why should I listen to you,
When you can't even bear
The sound of my voice?

The End

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