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.
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