You know how you can be in a place
and you don't know where to belong
where all the colors
don't match
and you can't figure out what's wrong?
How there's that sudden panic
and no place to go
Unnecessary worrying, while common,
could not be less needed.
And the "what if" thoughts begin
and I wish I could simply shut them off and go sit with my friends.
But no.
My brain moves to the empty table
where I sit
all by myself.
And I wallow in loneliness
I never enjoyed.
All because I feel
so out of place
that I can't even sit with the same people I sit and talk and spend time with every day.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
