I see my friends after school

talking together

laughing together

walking together

And i wonder why i'm not with them.

And on monday, I hear them talking

about the oh-so-great movie they saw over the weekend

and my heart pounds

and my stomach clenches

and my mouth screams

but I make no sound.

My fingers twitch sometimes, did you know?

Seeing them in public, having the time of their life

my fingers start to drum a pattern on my legs

dont-for-get-me-dont-for-get-me...

but they already have.

Sure, they say hi when we pass at school, 

and sometimes we even have lunch together. 

Sure, we make rivers out of chocolate milk at lunch 

and scream with laughter when someone calls us children.

I spend my every waking moment, however,

thinking about them

and what they're doing without me.

And

it

kills

me.

I sometimes think I hate them, did you know that?

I tell myself I'm too good for them,

those lowlifed devils

but really

I'm just so

afraid

afraid

afraid

Don't leave me here alone

Please

I will not be forgotten

I'm

so

afraid