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This poem was written around five years ago, though I have changed it somewhat since then. At the time, I was feeling quite depressed and resentful toward my friends. (Well, what teenager doesn’t experience this at some point or another?) But I soon recovered. Life goes on—but this poem still remains. Think of it as a testament to the legacy of teenage angst. Let it speak for all those who feel forsaken by their fellow woman or man.

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Distant Amity

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Tears burn fervently behind my eyes

And trickle down my face;

Ire and sorrow arise within—

I am all alone, out of place.

o

I wonder why you feign this charade,

Pretending you want to be my friend.

But you will never know, you will never see,

How my forsaken heart will not mend.

o

How I wish that I was not second best,

How I long for someone to know I am there.

Perhaps I would heal if I was not left behind,

If there was anyone to truly care.

o

I am sorry if I am such a nuisance to you,

Or if my existence is in your way.

It is not as though you understand

When you ignore me and disregard what I say.

o

It hurts to be shunned like something unwanted,

When I am only being used.

Is there any real amity in this world?

The search has left me forlorn and confused.

o

Abandoned by those I thought were friends,

I drown in my tears, my loneliness, my pain.

Now a lost soul, at last I come to wonder:

Would it even matter if you never saw me again?

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Allis Dalline

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