Poems written on the first night of summer. Tw sa
Like the people do
I often find myself feeling like an alien on planet earth.
I watch other people, They seem so connected to each other and the world around them.
They seem to have something I haven't ever been able to call mine.
I want to be like them, I really try hard to, I just don't seem to have what they have.
I feel like a stranger to my own life,
I don't quite understand how they do it,
How they seem so entrenched in the world that I can't seem to quite wrap my head around.
I have many people in my life whom I care about more than most anything,
But I can't help but think there is something fundamentally off about me.
Slipping
I have spent much of my life confused, wondering if my perceptions were different in a way that wasn't right.
I've seen things that others didn't,
I still do.
My eyes tell stories of shadows that aren't truly visible,
They walk up the stairs and lurk throughout the world around me.
I see hands reaching towards me, trying to touch me in a way I wish I never experienced.
These perceptions are troubling, but I have learned to live with these disturbances, it's when I can't trust my thoughts, that's truly terrifying.
There have been times I trusted in things that never existed and wrote letters to people who were never there.
It's strange how real these things can be.
My entire perception molds around the falsehood.
I'd spend weeks living in the unreal,
But soon enough these times would fade.
I'd realize how unusual it all really was.
I wish you nothing but the worst
I don't understand you.
I will never be able to see why you did what you did,
And I think it's a good thing that I never will.
I am unable to be put in the shoes of someone who hurts a child who is begging for it to stop.
I fail to understand how you could fill someone so small with so much fear.
I will never be like you.
In the most genuine way conceivable I hope you come to know pain.
I hope you feel the sting of realizing you'll never be seen as a good man again,
Because your true colors will do nothing bu
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