I’m longing, to join in your conversations, waiting for that kind look that invites me into the group, I’m waiting, for someone else, to make the first move, because, I don’t want to look too eager, too desperate.

…not my photograph.

Longing, to join in your conversations, but, you’re all, ignoring me, like I’m invisible, why is that, huh???  Am I, NOT good enough for all you guys?  I can feel the anger, rising up, from the pit of my stomach, as people all around me, keep on, ignoring me, and, I think, they’re casting me out on purpose!

Longing, to join in your conversations, but, I got NOTHING interesting to say in the topics being discussed, and I don’t want to look like I’m an idiot, in front of everyone, so, I’ll just, retreat, BACK into that darkened wall over there, and, become a part of the wallpaper, that, is what I do the best anyway………

…there are more people like this than you know.

Longing, to join in your conversations, I am, socially awkward, I grew up, without any siblings to play with, and, I was always the last kid getting picked for sports, and I’d become, an outcast, and I hate it, I want to change, but I can’t seem to reach out.