i hate

being the left over

friend

the one

who never gets

invited

who’s easy to

forget

the one who

doesnt have

inside jokes

and lights up

the room

the one

everyone

loves to talk too

its one thing

to be the black sheep

of your family

but to feel like

the odd one out

everywhere you are

takes a toll on your heart

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