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.
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