
Fit
To feel in place could be a hard place to be for some.
Do they really like me?
Do they forget me as quickly as they saw me?
Or is this really my fears and insecurities talking, not the true manner of the people I have come to call a friend?
Alas I fear it maybe so.
I am the enemy..Whom I do not know.
Although I have you my friends, to hold my hand. To guide me through.
The people I know to be true.
Lisa Jennings

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