Still - Solitary Sixty: Day 50

I am not coming back up from that slump. I just keep sinking deeper.

I’m lonely - lonely with people living in my house.

I’m an outsider - in the middle of a crowd.

I’m left out - in the middle of a party.

“You’re my favorite person to ignore.” the prez said one day.

I think it’s time to pack my toys and leave.

I won’t stay where I am not wanted.

Maybe you’ll miss me when I’m gone -

but more likely -

nobody will even notice.