Toy Houses

Keeping and making friends Isn’t easy as it seems, When you’re in a place That’s supposed to hold The best few years of Your time amidst society. Everyone’s naturally Holding their own individuality, Most people seem so easily Associating themselves with Those whom they feel similarly. In my current time of life It feels like the simplicity Of imagining and playing With fellow children Is now distantly forgotten And left in the past. Yet even back then, It was like as if I’ve always Been in my head, Thinking all the same, but differently. Back then, I felt as if I could be with many Who appreciate me for being me. Walking around alone Isn’t as easy as it seems to feel, Thinking “If only we could naively See through the walls that hide what’s real. Oh the walls we’ve grown into having.” The concept of socializing Is not built like different toy houses With open walls too see into each one. The basic aspects of adolescence Have never been easy. So as a child at heart I am Isolated, but always silently open, Waiting for friends Who want to befriend me.