Alone

“It is in human nature to try to fit in,” I stick out. Black hair in my face, Baggy clothes hiding my body. Long sleeves covering my demons. I’m out of place. I stick out. I don’t have nice shoes. I don’t have designer clothes, I don’t dress like a girl. I stick out. Nervous wreck, Anxious mess. I don’t want to be seen, Yet I’m screaming for someone to notice, Someone to notice the pain I’m in. Someone to say hi. I stick out. I long for attention, Yet I can’t stand human contact. Everyone walks around, Talking, Laughing. I walk around, Alone, Internally crying. I hide my past, Struggling to find someone Who understands my pain, Who understands the demons, Someone to take the dark away. But for now, It’s a struggle. I’m alone.