White Crayon

Maybe Isolation is beneficial.

Marooned on an island of wood, I began to realize my position. 

"I am an outcast," I repeated to myself numerous times before I could finally accept the emotional damaging truth. I began to reminisce of times I feared would emulate once more, though often occur without immediate realization. I begin to lose myself in thought. Without recognition of my prolonged view of the others, I am suddenly startled. I feel the human hand hold me so firm, and the perspiration of the child sink into my wrapping. I felt constricted. 

I primarily believed that being popular, that being used, would be an experience I would hold so dearly to my heart forever, yet instead, I was devastated by the dream that had degenerated into a nightmare. 

I am now relieved for my constant exile of my presence during "coloring time." The others, I pity. I watch them being used. I watch them dulling in the tyrannical control of the children. I watch them break under the constant pressure, and it allows me to appreciate my neglect. I may not be as popular, but that is what maintains my sharpness, physical structure, and sanity. 

I am now grateful for being marooned, and fear reliving my recent desires. 

Marooned on an island of wood, I begin to realize my position. 

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[NotAboutMe]

I like this a lot. If I had to guess its meaning; it sounds like a metaphor for social rejection from a judgmental peer group.

I remember what that was like; I just cant remember the particular names of the people who's approval seemed so important at the time.

One small recommendation would be to maintain tense. "I am suddenly startled" (present tense) "I felt constricted" (past tense) when you jump around it confuses the reader.

Nice work/Relevant subject

[Dust That Drifts Through Wind]

I agree with you about this likely being a metaphor for social rejection.