I have always been alone
people never liked me
Ive always been alone
I think i was too intense
I always have been alone
Nothing much that ive eluded
im sorry im so scary
im sad that im excluded
There wasn’t much to say as I sat at my desk, watching my phone, waiting for the screen to light up. Waiting for a mention, a text, a call, none ever came. I was forgotten. A feeling I knew all too well.
It felt terrible to be excluded. The Skeleton King hung his head low and placed his bony hand on the sign. “Only skin wearing animals allowed”. He would have to find another bank to bring his booty.
If I ever felt excluded, I would never let you know.Ive been excluded for most of my life, intentionally or not. There is something about being excluded that makes you so lonley. but that lonliness makes you better. I wonder if things would have been different if I had stayed
on the outside looking in,
she pressed her nose to the glass.
“family,” she whispered –
wishing she had one.
her hands were as cold
as her cherry red nose.
she breathed,
fogging up the window;
she then drew a sad face
in the cloud of her breath.
Ausgeschlossen. Sie haben mich nicht ausgeschlossen. Nicht bewusst. Aber eben auch nicht eingeschlossen. Sie gingen ein paar Dutzend Meter vor mir. Sie hatten nicht auf mich gewartet und amüsierten sich prächtig. Ich war allein. Ich wollte dabei sein. Aber ich wollte eingeladen werden. Mich selbst dazwischenzudrängeln, das war nicht mein Ding.
I wish I didn’t have to keep you excluded from my life. But it’s necessary. If I didn’t, you’d put me in a cage, parade me around to all the state fairs, show me off like that. And I’m wild, I can’t be kept. So I keep you away, even though I want to stare into your blue eyes every morning.
Apart, a part, what is the real difference? To be alone, to be around to be on the edges of the things but not within. What is there really but alone, either self imposed or by someone else?
She pushed the thoughts away and tried to focus on her lunch tray again. Still, the laughter permeated her brain. They were laughing at her. They had to be. She stopped herself from turning around, but she gripped her fork more tightly. Why was this middle school shit still happening?
Being excluded really sucks. You end up being all alone, and loneliness is possibly the worst feeling in the world. It’s the feeling of being unloved, unwanted. No one wants to be around you, and for that, you hate your self. For that, I hate myself. But it’s strange. Being alone is my greatest fear, yet I exclude myself. I exclude myself, because I know I’m not wanted, and I know that if They actually exclude me, I’ll be broken. I exclude myself to protect myself.
If he continues to act like this he will be excluded.
He continued to act like that and was excluded.
Though during his exclusion they realised he was sorely missed.
So they decided that actually
despite his misgivings and behaviour:
he should be included.
When you feel excluded, you are on the road by yourself. No one to converse with and no one to be there when you feel blue. You walk this earth on your own, and you carry all of your burdens on your shoulder like a heavy backpack.
She was always excluded. Or she always excluded herself. It was one or the other. Yes, she was tired of it. Yes, she didn’t want it to happen. Yes, she so desperately wanted to be included. But did she ever try? No. Did the others ever think to try? Maybe, but no. And it’s always been that way. “You went somewhere last friday with the others?” “Eheh… yeah, a-actually. Sorry you couldn’t go, we’ll make sure to bring you next week!” And repeat. She always got left out. Every activity, every jam time, every study group– look for pictures, and she’d never be there. She was sick and damn tired of not being there, but she… never tried to change it. And the others didn’t either. Because honestly? Everyone was so used to her absence that sometimes, they forgot when she actually was there. And sometimes she forgot it too.
Why do we feel the need to exclude what we feel when talking to other about our feelings? It’s a little strange, because we refuse to talk about the things that bother us the most. Why do people tend to hide their feelings behind masks of smiling faces?
I sat down at the edge of the group, trying to quietly shift myself among them. The woman next to me glanced in my direction, but I did not hold her attention for more than a second before she was back to the conversation at hand.
Why do people feel the need to exclude the truth. It is hard to understand but I think it makes people feel better about not having to tell people about their thoughts. Though sometimes, it can make them feel guilty.
I felt alone a lot of the time as a kid, because I was bullied at school. I think the bullying happened mostly because I was so extraordinarily tall. It’s really hard to hit 5’8″ by fifth grade and 6′ before puberty, especially as a girl. It’s caused a lifetime of pain and self-hatred, and why? Because other people thought something I couldn’t help was wrong?
I wasn’t going to lie: I felt absolutely excluded from my group of my friends in recent days. Maybe it was because of the weed, or the booze, or the fact that my car had broken down. Maybe I seemed useless to them. I had lost my value. I had been a valuable tool in the box, and now I was broken and battered.
So much for any sense of friendship circle. I sat down in front of my computer and opened a can of soda. Alone.
He stared at the group of people before him. A sinking feeling in his chest. Always excluded. Never been apart of the group. It’s never bothered him before but now it does. he’ll show them. he’ll get them back for everything they do to him
The feeling of exclusion is painful and unsettling. When you cannot have someone to share your thoughts and feelings with, you become the lonesome one. You wonder on this earth by yourself and your own albatross. You carry everything in your backpack and venture into the wilderness.
so far away from home. i have nobody around. no one to talk to. nobody to tell about how i’m feeling. i walk around so many people. no one looks at me. i try to talk to them but they dont hear me. i try to wear nice clothes and look nice but they dont see me.
She walked over to the group, trying to introduce herself, but they turned their backs. Just like every other group that she had ever met.
Would she ever find a group of friends?
I felt excluded when jimmy left me behind. I though we were friends. I thought we might have been more than that. What happened? did I do something? I just cant anymore. Why did he leave me. Especially for Sarah
The memory of it haunts him like a dream, like a broken record; the sound of something that shouldn’t be, where he’s dragged off when all he wants – wanted to do – was shout to the world. But they don’t listen because stricken-deep impressions can only change so much (nothing at all).
I never knew how to include the people in my life into my personal bubble. I had erected an impenetrable wall between myself and the people I loved. While they were content to find other places, more accessible, I wanted out. I wanted to live and love and explore the world beyond where I was limited to.
i’ve always been left out. i guess i just never really resonated with any group of people. so when i do resonate with someone, i become incredibly attached to them. being included is something that i rarely feel, so i want to protect the ones that make me feel wanted.
She sits on the sidelines, excluded
Tears brim in her eyes, excluded
She balls her hands in fists, keeping the sleeves secure, excluded
She wonders her place in this world — excluded
On the day of Jin’s birthday party, Nok got out of bed early. Her mother heard her clunking around, and finally got up to help her into the wheelchair and into the bathroom. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To the party. Jin was talking about it in school. He said there would be balloons and cake and games.”
“Did you receive an invitation to go?”
“No.” She thought for a moment.
“Did everyone else get invitations?” Nok nodded her head and her mother felt like crying. Her daughter was feeling excluded for the first time, probably because of her disability. While Nok ate breakfast, her mother walked to Jin’s house, where the yard was being decorated with balloons and streamers.
Left out from the group again. Asking yourself what you did wrong to feel so alone? Why is this such a reoccuring event. It’s not me, is it? All I was trying to do was feel important and it backfired once again.
Images passing along a mirror’s face are, to those in front of the glass, a true reflection of the world. Within the frame are all the possibilities of life, excluding memories, which themselves once slid along the surface and then exited into oblivion. But while they lived were included in the frame. Possibility is the reflection, and outside the frame, although not real, was still possible. Possibility then is a reflection of ourselves–of that which is behind us. What of the world behind the mirror? And how many mirrors surround us?
she stared out the window
exclusive
ex cuse dad
ex cuuusi dud
x clue did
Its glued in
I have always been alone
people never liked me
Ive always been alone
I think i was too intense
I always have been alone
Nothing much that ive eluded
im sorry im so scary
im sad that im excluded
There wasn’t much to say as I sat at my desk, watching my phone, waiting for the screen to light up. Waiting for a mention, a text, a call, none ever came. I was forgotten. A feeling I knew all too well.
excluded is sometimes a feeling sometimes a reality.
let’s help people who feel excluded and not exclude anybody
It felt terrible to be excluded. The Skeleton King hung his head low and placed his bony hand on the sign. “Only skin wearing animals allowed”. He would have to find another bank to bring his booty.
If I ever felt excluded, I would never let you know.Ive been excluded for most of my life, intentionally or not. There is something about being excluded that makes you so lonley. but that lonliness makes you better. I wonder if things would have been different if I had stayed
Congratulations
now no team is excluded
since the Vikings lost
Hi, Minnesota
welcome to non-perfection
the inclusive club
[I forgot oneword takes Sunday’s off]
on the outside looking in,
she pressed her nose to the glass.
“family,” she whispered –
wishing she had one.
her hands were as cold
as her cherry red nose.
she breathed,
fogging up the window;
she then drew a sad face
in the cloud of her breath.
Ausgeschlossen. Sie haben mich nicht ausgeschlossen. Nicht bewusst. Aber eben auch nicht eingeschlossen. Sie gingen ein paar Dutzend Meter vor mir. Sie hatten nicht auf mich gewartet und amüsierten sich prächtig. Ich war allein. Ich wollte dabei sein. Aber ich wollte eingeladen werden. Mich selbst dazwischenzudrängeln, das war nicht mein Ding.
I wish I didn’t have to keep you excluded from my life. But it’s necessary. If I didn’t, you’d put me in a cage, parade me around to all the state fairs, show me off like that. And I’m wild, I can’t be kept. So I keep you away, even though I want to stare into your blue eyes every morning.
Apart, a part, what is the real difference? To be alone, to be around to be on the edges of the things but not within. What is there really but alone, either self imposed or by someone else?
She pushed the thoughts away and tried to focus on her lunch tray again. Still, the laughter permeated her brain. They were laughing at her. They had to be. She stopped herself from turning around, but she gripped her fork more tightly. Why was this middle school shit still happening?
Being excluded really sucks. You end up being all alone, and loneliness is possibly the worst feeling in the world. It’s the feeling of being unloved, unwanted. No one wants to be around you, and for that, you hate your self. For that, I hate myself. But it’s strange. Being alone is my greatest fear, yet I exclude myself. I exclude myself, because I know I’m not wanted, and I know that if They actually exclude me, I’ll be broken. I exclude myself to protect myself.
If he continues to act like this he will be excluded.
He continued to act like that and was excluded.
Though during his exclusion they realised he was sorely missed.
So they decided that actually
despite his misgivings and behaviour:
he should be included.
When you feel excluded, you are on the road by yourself. No one to converse with and no one to be there when you feel blue. You walk this earth on your own, and you carry all of your burdens on your shoulder like a heavy backpack.
She was always excluded. Or she always excluded herself. It was one or the other. Yes, she was tired of it. Yes, she didn’t want it to happen. Yes, she so desperately wanted to be included. But did she ever try? No. Did the others ever think to try? Maybe, but no. And it’s always been that way. “You went somewhere last friday with the others?” “Eheh… yeah, a-actually. Sorry you couldn’t go, we’ll make sure to bring you next week!” And repeat. She always got left out. Every activity, every jam time, every study group– look for pictures, and she’d never be there. She was sick and damn tired of not being there, but she… never tried to change it. And the others didn’t either. Because honestly? Everyone was so used to her absence that sometimes, they forgot when she actually was there. And sometimes she forgot it too.
Why do we feel the need to exclude what we feel when talking to other about our feelings? It’s a little strange, because we refuse to talk about the things that bother us the most. Why do people tend to hide their feelings behind masks of smiling faces?
Apart from everything else he had built a reputation for going it alone.
Exclusion had become a blessing.
I sat down at the edge of the group, trying to quietly shift myself among them. The woman next to me glanced in my direction, but I did not hold her attention for more than a second before she was back to the conversation at hand.
Why do I feel excluded from the world?
Things are happening and I can’t do anything to help
Why can’t a single person make a difference?
Why do people feel the need to exclude the truth. It is hard to understand but I think it makes people feel better about not having to tell people about their thoughts. Though sometimes, it can make them feel guilty.
I felt alone a lot of the time as a kid, because I was bullied at school. I think the bullying happened mostly because I was so extraordinarily tall. It’s really hard to hit 5’8″ by fifth grade and 6′ before puberty, especially as a girl. It’s caused a lifetime of pain and self-hatred, and why? Because other people thought something I couldn’t help was wrong?
I wasn’t going to lie: I felt absolutely excluded from my group of my friends in recent days. Maybe it was because of the weed, or the booze, or the fact that my car had broken down. Maybe I seemed useless to them. I had lost my value. I had been a valuable tool in the box, and now I was broken and battered.
So much for any sense of friendship circle. I sat down in front of my computer and opened a can of soda. Alone.
i just feel really excluded. all my friends have their own social niches, and im just sitting here, trying to stay afloat.
Corn stalks in June. Hair on the back of a horse. A man with one eye, at a shitty shooting range.
He stared at the group of people before him. A sinking feeling in his chest. Always excluded. Never been apart of the group. It’s never bothered him before but now it does. he’ll show them. he’ll get them back for everything they do to him
The feeling of exclusion is painful and unsettling. When you cannot have someone to share your thoughts and feelings with, you become the lonesome one. You wonder on this earth by yourself and your own albatross. You carry everything in your backpack and venture into the wilderness.
so far away from home. i have nobody around. no one to talk to. nobody to tell about how i’m feeling. i walk around so many people. no one looks at me. i try to talk to them but they dont hear me. i try to wear nice clothes and look nice but they dont see me.
She walked over to the group, trying to introduce herself, but they turned their backs. Just like every other group that she had ever met.
Would she ever find a group of friends?
scared little Cougar
the Maverick and a Goose
fly to the rescue
great balls of fire!
a date with your instructor
at 5:30 sharp!!!!
Cruz and Mcgillis
a perfectly set dinner
Riesling EXCLUDED
don’t lose that lovin’ feelin’
…or forget the wine.
Fly the Ball !
I felt excluded when jimmy left me behind. I though we were friends. I thought we might have been more than that. What happened? did I do something? I just cant anymore. Why did he leave me. Especially for Sarah
It’s not easy. It’s never easy.
The memory of it haunts him like a dream, like a broken record; the sound of something that shouldn’t be, where he’s dragged off when all he wants – wanted to do – was shout to the world. But they don’t listen because stricken-deep impressions can only change so much (nothing at all).
He’s not a king.
Being excluded is never fun. Sometimes though… it’s a blessing in disguise. Take today for example. Farkle had never loved sport.
I never knew how to include the people in my life into my personal bubble. I had erected an impenetrable wall between myself and the people I loved. While they were content to find other places, more accessible, I wanted out. I wanted to live and love and explore the world beyond where I was limited to.
i’ve always been left out. i guess i just never really resonated with any group of people. so when i do resonate with someone, i become incredibly attached to them. being included is something that i rarely feel, so i want to protect the ones that make me feel wanted.
She sits on the sidelines, excluded
Tears brim in her eyes, excluded
She balls her hands in fists, keeping the sleeves secure, excluded
She wonders her place in this world — excluded
On the day of Jin’s birthday party, Nok got out of bed early. Her mother heard her clunking around, and finally got up to help her into the wheelchair and into the bathroom. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To the party. Jin was talking about it in school. He said there would be balloons and cake and games.”
“Did you receive an invitation to go?”
“No.” She thought for a moment.
“Did everyone else get invitations?” Nok nodded her head and her mother felt like crying. Her daughter was feeling excluded for the first time, probably because of her disability. While Nok ate breakfast, her mother walked to Jin’s house, where the yard was being decorated with balloons and streamers.
Left out from the group again. Asking yourself what you did wrong to feel so alone? Why is this such a reoccuring event. It’s not me, is it? All I was trying to do was feel important and it backfired once again.
Images passing along a mirror’s face are, to those in front of the glass, a true reflection of the world. Within the frame are all the possibilities of life, excluding memories, which themselves once slid along the surface and then exited into oblivion. But while they lived were included in the frame. Possibility is the reflection, and outside the frame, although not real, was still possible. Possibility then is a reflection of ourselves–of that which is behind us. What of the world behind the mirror? And how many mirrors surround us?
No one should be excluded from society just because they prefer pink socks to black one.