No matter how many people there were in the room,
none of them seemed to realize that I was there.
None of them spoke to me, though I spoke to them.
None of them looked at me, though I looked at them.
None of them even acknowledged that I was there,
though I acknowledge them.
I remember thinking that I was worthless to them.
My little cold heart curled into a ball at the thought.
It even ached a little to be completely honest,
but I always tried to push the feeling out of me.
There were times, however, when I couldn't.
They said that we were a team,
that we all needed each other,
but that was a heartless lie.
I could never have been one of them.
Even today after I've dropped out,
I still believe that I didn't belong there.
People say that once you leave,
you realize how wrong you were about many things,