Floater
I am a floater.
None reject me, yet none accept me.
My life consists of large small talk and little conversing.
There is none there to help me through hard times,
But I can always count on a shallow compliment
I stand in a crowd of one hundred of “my closest friends”
And still feel like an unwanted
I am a floater.
Nothing more.
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