“A Redundant Conversation” (Adam Torres)

I want to be a part of that,
a part of the group,
a part of the love.

Why am I always left out?
Do I do it to myself purposefully
or just assume that I do?

Do you know how I feel?
Do you even care?
I remember how it used to be.

Don’t you?
We could be that way once more,
a part of something bigger.

Something that wasn’t just us;
it was more.
I would love that more than anything.

I’m sick of sitting here alone.
I want to be something else,
somewhere with you, with anyone.

But I’m uninvited.
No one cares
or cares to show it.

I can’t be perfect,
but I can be fun
Don’t say I’m not.

You laughed once.
I did too.
Let’s do it again. Together.

I don’t want to be afraid anymore.
I don’t want to be alone anymore.
I want to be something else.
I want you to understand,
but you never will.

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