Am I Really So Socially Awkward That Everyone Hates Me?

My "best friends" don't even want me around, 

So most of my time is spent underground,

Spilling my thoughts and some tears onto paper,

Hoping someone notices before I volitalize into vapor 

But, these songs with their lyrics start to make me feel, 

Like maybe my loneliness isn't such a big deal. 

Still, it'd be nice to have a friend near by

To stop for a chat, or just to say hi.

And I would really love the chance to hear someone else's voice, 

because the one inside my head is starting to rejoice

In the fact  that my misery has become my muse. 

My pain and creativity have begun to fuse. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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