I feel Like Not One of Them
I stand alone, not good enough
I feel Like Not One of Them
They nodded past me in the room
like I’d come late, or dressed too plain
They spoke in codes and smiled in groups
I knew the shapes, but not the game
I watched them rise on silent ropes
doors opened fast, then closed again
Their names were printed, praised, repeated
mine was never in the frame
No malice, just a quiet skip
as if I blurred beneath the light
Not hated, simply not selected
Not wrong, just never quite right
So I packed the rest, I left the noise
Let them shimmer, let them shine
Some doors are carved for chosen hands
and some were never meant for mine
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (9)
Love the ending lines. Such a powerful tone in it. It's important to know where we belong. Lovely poem.
Beautiful!
Unique one
Will writing
A touching poem about feeling left out and choosing to leave quietly
Great write up and very relatable
A great take on privilege and exclusion
You're a fabulous writer! Praying that you receive the breakthrough that you would like! 🌸🙏🏾
This poem really hits home. I've been in situations where I felt like an outsider, like I didn't fit in with a group. It's a strange feeling, not being part of the in-crowd. I wonder if you've ever had a similar experience, where you felt like you were on the outside looking in? And how did you deal with it? Did you try to fit in, or did you decide to be your own person like the speaker in the poem?