Poetic ER

Third Wheel






You ever get that feeling why am I here? If you already have people to talk too, laugh with, explain life and such what's the point of me being here. Look to the left and look to the right I'm here but your not. By the time you get back to me it's too late, you already said what you needed to say to everyone else. Everyone else knows how you feel before you talk to me. Is that what a third wheel feels like? What's the point of me giving advice when your head is already filled up with everyone else's jargon? It's reality, I'm not as important as you say I am. The most important person is not me! How long would you stay a third wheel? That third wheel syndrome is this world's problem. Not in Third World countries but the third wheel of not having the proper communication!


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