I was the girl left out

Skirting the edges 

Of whispered conversations

Overhearing my name

Followed by laughter

I didn't fit in

With the in crowd

But here's the thing 

I didn't care

Because I had my own way

To stand out

Words: ©2021LCR

Image: CCO


  1. Growing up is hard to do ... no matter how little or how much we stand out. I like this.


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