My friends have gone,
Left and said, "So long!"
They've left me on my own,
Though I'm not full grown
And just an insecure teen.

Pulling out pencil and pen,
I stop and remember when
I was part of the clique,
But time has ticked
And I no longer belong.

I begin to write,
And it's a fight,
Not to let tears fall
Or bang my head against a wall
Convinced my life stinks.

And I write.

Here I am the outcast,
Where I'm always picked last.
Welcome to my sorrow,
Where there's no tomorrow.