Work Text:
Being an intruder is not only breaking into a house,
It's being somewhere you don't belong
Intruding in someone else's life
Intruding in someone else's friendship
Intruding in someone else's relationship
You can intrude in a lot of stuff
But it feels wrong
It feels overflowing
Because you were never meant to be there
You know when it feels wrong or bittersweet
When it seems like there is no time or place for you
To have to observe
And not be able to participate
Along with the helplessness
Of not being able to speak up
For it to feel wrong to destroy something else
For your comfort
Yet, you don't wanna leave
You don't care about the feeling of being an outsider
A tagalong
It doesn’t feel right to call someone's name
For your call to never be answered
For them to not hear you
To not understand the inside jokes
To always be last pick
To feel you don't belong
To feel distant