Poems of Flesh and Blood

The Crowds of Singles

Can you hear it? 

Laughing. Crying. Yelling. Mocking. Look around. 

You're the only one standing still in the crowd, never walking. 

Never running. 

The thump of their footsteps matches the drum of your heart. 

However, they are never louder than your own. 

They all link into one, leaving you out of all the fun. 

Their smiles faded when mine began. 

Their conversations wither when I start to enter. 

I can't seem to blame human nature.

I am the one standing alone in the room with minds not like my own. 

I don't know rap but I sure do like to yap. 

I don't have insta but it makes me truly ya. 

I don't like the clack of the keys but to write in pen what I will read. 

My legs, tired from standing as I watch everyone leave me. 

I am not them. 

I won't fit in. 

I'm not normal enough to have any friends. 

I'm too much or too little. 

I'll be missing from the middle. 

Will you notice? 

Or will you keep moving? 

Would it be better for you if I were gone? 

I mean, it's true that I'm everything that went wrong. 

My God, why can't I just be loved? 

Friends who would respond. 

Who would want me to tag along. 

So, I'll stand here. 

Watching someone have someone til I'll die alone.