Sometimes I wonder,
If I'm visible to you at all.
Is there something wrong?
With who I am?
That you just can't stand,
To be around me?
Old friends,
We drifted apart,
New friends,
Don't seem to stay.
I look at you from the outside,
Longing to be a part of your group,
To be liked,
By you.
You aren't popular,
You're supposed to be my friends,
But you ignore me constantly,
So sometimes I wonder,
If I'm visible to you at all.