I sit here with everybody else
Surrounded by people.
But I've never felt more alone.
They're laughing over some private joke.
I don't find it funny.
I don't find anything funny anymore.
What is it that's changed me?
I always used to be so happy.
People would smile just to see me.
Now they seem to dread my approach.
I am not who I was before.
Something within me has altered me.
But not for the better.
I am worse than I was before.
Everyone is always smiling.
How can they have the power to smile?
I don't remember the last time I felt happy.
What is happiness even like?
My emotions are now tiny.
My mood switches constantly.
From crying to angry.
From angry to crying.
There is no in between.
I am an outsider.
I don't feel their emotions.
I can't laugh with them.
So I seem unreal.
Subhuman.
Worthless.
They're not wrong.
So I am apart.
Alone.
An outsider.
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Into the Depths of Despair
Poetry"I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind. At these times, I use the Pensieve. One simply siphons the excess thoughts from one's mind, pours them into the basin, and...
