You Think You Know

Socially Awkward

I can see them laughing.

I can feel them stare.

They think I'm a weirdo.

And I think they're right.

My hand starts shaking,

I can hear them whisper.

They think they're perfect,

That I'm just an alien coming to visit.

I'm socially awkward...

More like socially failing.

I don't know how to act like them.

I don't know how to pretend.

My head is down,

My wrists are covered.

I can't be myself.

I can't be them.

Who can I act like?

The helpless girl until someone comes along?

Or should I just end it all?

Rather than wait for hope,

I sit and swish goes the knife.

Or maybe the rope can tighten and my body hangs.

No...

I must wait.

Wait for the perfect person to walk up and speak up.

Here they come now...

A confident pose.

He yells at them,

Tells them to stay away.

They cower off, he smiles and walks away.

I follow.

Only to find an empty hallway.