I watch them sadly,
Waiting for an opening to jump in
They were together before,
Then one of them left and I was allowed onto their holy ground.
Then she came back, everything changed,
And I…. was pushed out.
Like the runt of the litter, squeezing into the piles of siblings to receive a mother’s attention, but too weak to have my cries heard.
I miss my “friends”.

I try to talk,
I try to smile,
I just want to be apart of them.
Of their laughter,
Their gift of friendship, so abundant it seems like it will never end.
So full, you hope that it floods onto you.
But…. That’s not the case.
They make me feeling like a pitiful disgrace.
I miss my friends.

If I try to enter their sanctuary,
I am stared at, like a strange mangled animal in the arms of their rich, prestigious owner.
I am ignore,
I am not included,
I am deserted.
I miss my friends.

I cry night and day,
Wake and sleep,
Sun rise and sun set.
I cry in front of them, waiting to be heard among the smiling faces,
Waiting to be recognize,
Wanting be acknowledged,
All they do is criticize
Can’t you hear my deafening cries?
I miss my friends.

Please…. Friends… realize.
I’m here; I want to be with you. Always and forever, so please hear my cries.