Outsider

I see the same group of people every day. Everyone gets on, yet I constantly feel like I have to take it upon myself to make sure I get included in things. How well do I really know these people? I thought I liked them, but now I'm seeing things I didn't before and somehow, I'm not quite so sure anymore.

I thought you were so knowledgeable, but your manner sometimes makes me wonder.
Do you even see me? I often wonder if you only do when you choose to.
I was never sure about you, and sometimes I think I do like you after all. But you seem to live in your own little world a lot of the time. I think the others see it too.
You seem to get everything you want, you seem to think you are such a wise guy, you are too carefree to be safe and you are just. So. Rude. I could go on, but I won't.
You are one of the sweetest, funniest people there, but you come out with words so quickly and it makes me uneasy.
I thought we had a lot in common, but you come out with these things, and say them like you know it all, and more often than not I don't actually agree with you. And the worst part is, I'm letting that cloud my own judgement and opinion on things.

I feel like you're all putting me down. The worst part is, I don't think any of you even realise though I tried telling you. I may, statistically, be the baby, but you don't need to put me at the bottom of the pecking order. I am far more mentally grown up than some of you will ever be, yet in all this time I know you will never see that. If we aren't careful, I am going to snap with you very, very soon.