The group

They said my presence
Was a nuisance
Yet they sat and barely
Pretended to act friendly
More like I sat there
I pretended to belong
When all along
The situation played
The same old song
But this time I had actually faded
I spoke
but had the Transparency of a ghost
I was there I know I was there
Had I become mute?
Or had I become inhuman
Walking around in my black suit
That the critics think I sport?
A tuxedo comprised of all
Of the cries of the weak
Dark tears seem to have 
A ring To it huh?
And in the end It was hardly a chase
Who could lose face
In a race that wasn't a race?
Their little clique was certainly
Beyond me probably
somewhere In space
And how could I be a part
When I was never there In the first place