Always Present but Never Included

I stand in the corner of every room. 

I am like dust in the sunlight. I am a shadow without a name. 

I quietly watch laughter and whispers. 

I hear stories I will never share.

People turn to each other, smiling and happy. 

Their warmth surrounds the chosen few. 

I stay back, like a ghost in a familiar place. 

I am always here, but I am never part of it.

Laughter fills the air, ringing like a bell. 

It creates a joyful sound all around. I dance on the edges, but no one hears my tune. 

My melody gets lost in the noise. 

It is a soft note that fades away.

I look at the bits and pieces of life. 

I notice the moments that slip by. I watch friendships grow like flowers in a garden. 

Meanwhile, I remain a lonely seed. 

I wait for the sun and the rain.

Yet, in this silence, I find strength. 

I have a quiet determination. I collect stories like autumn leaves. 

I keep them close to my heart. I find comfort in my freedom. 

I am always here, but I am never included.