3rd Wheel - Poem by Rayna Smith
When I'm with you I feel out of place.
You never listen to what I have to say.
I thought we were best friends.
Why do I feel this way?
When I need you to listen,
You always interept me.
I always get left behind.
Why does everything feel so wrong?
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