by nightsky
Sometimes I wonder... why?
I am the friend that they always forget to invite.
I am the friend that they left behind when I had to tie my shoe.
I am the friend that had to walk behind when the sidewalk is full.
I am the friend that they whispered about.
I am the friend that they laughed at.
Why do I deserve to be side-eyed when I am making an effort to fit in?
To all readers in the club perhaps you could give me an answer?
Help others like me find out why?