The Awkward Ones

It must have been October the last time that we spoke,
And though I think about you, I decided that,
It’s safer where we left it, safer for us both,
That stuff was a million years ago,
When you got accepted I went loopy, hoping you’d be on my team
When you got accepted I was totally ridiculous,
We were the ones who always felt awkward, socially cornered,
And I still feel the same,
Still dreading the laughter, like what does it matter? It’s not what I’m after
anyway.
I won’t take a compliment, but I will ruminate for hours on a single mean
remark,
Collecting them like ornaments, the nasty things that people say that I save up
to think about when it gets dark.
When you got accepted I went loopy, hoping you’d be on my team
When you got accepted I was right.
Ten years later I’m so glad that it’s over,
But I can’t help feeling like I did that October day.