A room full of voices, yet no one hears mine.
I laugh at their jokes and pretend that I’m fine.
Present in body, but absent in mind.
And I want to be in the comfort of my own home,
but what is a home when you feel so alone?
How are you,
in a dark room?
in a pit of silence?
in the blank space of an empty page?
Me, myself, and I, they say,
just trying to get to the end of the day.
And I don’t know when I’ll feel okay.
Today?
Tomorrow?
Never?
And they said, find one friend that lasts forever,
while everyone else seems to fit in together.
I feel like a circle on a page of squares,
trying to find a corner where I fit.
Maybe that’s okay.
Maybe that’s how it should stay.
Maybe I should just play my part.
Maybe different is a type of art.
I’m not going to shatter my circle to fit in.
I can leave the sea of squares.
I can go somewhere new,
somewhere that doesn’t feel blue,
somewhere I don’t have to change the shape I’ve always been,
And maybe I’ll finally feel seen.
Author’s Note
This piece is something I wrote about how it can always be difficult to find the right friend(s) for you.
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Mai is a young girl who writes anything she can in her free time. She also loves to bake and help people in need.
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