Vent poem - feel free to ignore

I'm so tired of it now
Being on the outside looking in
Never knowing just where I stand
Never knowing how close I'm with my friends

Why is it so easy for me now
To be the ghost, To be like cellophane
To feel like I can't be seen or felt
To be the one you'd forget his name
If you knew my course folks
You'd surely feel the same

Either late to the party
Or showing up to some locked doors
To knock, to bang, to slam to nothing
Is it worth trying to come in anymore

All I know is that I'm tired now
Always being such a square
One that simply can fit into no circles
And having to question if I'm even there