I have no one, I'm in a place where I know nobody they all look and stare occasionally laugh and point. Not one word is spoken to me while I gently and politely put on a fake smile and say hello- nothing. I get no response because I'm an outsider I do not belong here yeah sure I have my things a roof over my head and a nice warm bead but it still doesn't feel like home. Nothing does, no matter where I go it doesn't feel like home I feel like I'm trespassing , I'm horrible I do the best I can to help around but I still feel like it's not enough. I was driven out but a witch who spoke wicked words out of her snake like mouth. I-I can't go back to that old life, if I do that's one push away from meeting death himself. I'm useless. I'm a castaway. I'm alone. All alone I have no one. Can I ask you a question, if you don't mind... Will you be my friend?
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The Switch
PoetryPersonal thoughts that I can't see to tell anyone without looking or seeming crazy, so why not write them.
