Do you know what it is
To stand in a room full
But be all alone?

To know all the right people
But find they don't remember
And you're almost invisable?

Do you know the feeling
When you're tolerated
Because of your friend?

Who is more gorgeous
More fun, more popular
And just all round better?

It's not getting better
Just getting worse
I wonder if I'll be here forever

In my little wallflower capacity
In that spot just behind the group
Invisible, as I deserve to be


Penned by my hand on the 4th of Midsummer, in the year 113 MA.