Standing beside them,
I become a shadow.
A crevis in the wall.
Their words linger in the air, masking my voice.
They don't see me there, beside them.
I'm just the comedy relief.
The awkward one who doesn't say much.
I guess they don't really want me to talk.

Sometimes, I feel misplaced.
I was never supposed to be here,
But....I'm here....
Perhaps I was supposed to be down the road.
Across town or maybe just anywhere but here.

Maybe I fell through a rabbit hole.
Time was warped and I entered a new world.
A different one than just my room.
Maybe they're...