The Reject
You didn’t ask if I had plans for the night but I was ready to answer “no”,
You spent time with people that you said that you didn’t even know.
But now I know that you would spend more time with others than with me,
All the others instead of answering my silent pleas.
You said you would always be there for whatever I need,
I just need a friend but all you’re doing is mislead.
I’m afraid to call, afraid to speak up in fear of you saying what you always do,
When it comes to having friends I thought I always knew.
I would never have friends, not of the sorts everyone else has,
Someone to turn to and to talk to and all of that jazz.
So now I know where I stand with the others,
Stuck at the bottom, with more rejects of another’s.
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