Friendless
When I do the leaving,
I don’t worry about being left behind,
alone and forgotten.
When I say I’m an introvert,
I don’t worry about when others
leave me out.
When I pick up another book,
I don’t worry that these friends of mine are
imaginary and don’t know me.
When I don’t think about how much my heart hurts,
I don’t feel
the isolation and disappointment.
When I say, “I’m fine,”
what I mean is
I need you
to need me.
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