If I sit here long enough
Maybe someone I know
Will finally come
But I doubt it
Again and again
I’m the one left here
I’m nothing important
Nothing of interest
I only sit and laugh
I’m the quiet one
I’m the one that
Everyone compliments
But never thanks
I should be happy
And I try to be
I tell myself that I am
Speaking is optional
But so is listening
So is living
And I choose to live
If I dare
I choose to speak
And listen
When I want to.
Why won’t they come?
I would.
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