I feel Like Not One of Them

I stand alone, not good enough

By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk Published about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read

By George’s Girl 2025

I feel Like Not One of Them

They nodded past me in the room

like I’d come late, or dressed too plain

They spoke in codes and smiled in groups

I knew the shapes, but not the game

I watched them rise on silent ropes

doors opened fast, then closed again

Their names were printed, praised, repeated

mine was never in the frame

No malice, just a quiet skip

as if I blurred beneath the light

Not hated, simply not selected

Not wrong, just never quite right

So I packed the rest, I left the noise

Let them shimmer, let them shine

Some doors are carved for chosen hands

and some were never meant for mine

Poetry has lived in me since childhood.

Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.

My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.

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