I take to comfort whispering

Secrets to myself

Knowing I will always

Respond

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The light conversation

Quickly dies

Once I make my presence

Known

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Am I really so

Unlovable?

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An aching heart pleas quietly

Begging for a heart

That finally listens to

Her cry

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It's a thing that shakes

My very core

To know I'm so

Easily ignored

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It's knowing they enjoy

The sweet banter of friends

And yet somehow

I don't fit in

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Wear makeup on your face

Put on an act

Make them believe you're

One of them

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And yet they always know

Who I really am

And yet they always fall silent

When I reach out.