I’ve been told

Slow and steady wins the race

To prioritize, patience and quality

Over speed and quantity

But moving at the

Feels like running on a treadmill

Going somewhere in nowhere at all

The mileage on the treadmill reads 4,000

4,000 miles in four years

And yet I’ve gotten to nowhere

Traveled no more than the 8.8 miles it takes to get to school

And haven’t made any real friendships

Never invited to house parties

Or birthday parties

Never invited to sleepover

Or hangout at the mall

And the few times I have been invited somewhere,

It’s never because they actually want me there

“ Hey so-and-so, canceled so I was wondering if…”

“ Everyone else is busy do you want to…”

“ I have an extra ticket if…”

So on and so forth

If only they left at the beginning and lead with “ I was wondering if…”

Then the sentence will become much sweeter

Than it’s bitter original

How draining it is to be the floater friend

The one left to walk in the grass as a rest, walk on the sidewalk

The one to listen to the rant of other

Yet having to silence their own

So it doesn’t matter if you run for five minutes or five hours

Because slow and steady doesn’t win the race against loneliness