~Poems~

Displaced

Who wants to live a life that only makes you be outside?

How can I live when everything is painful?

I'm barely human with no feelings.
It's who I am, not something that can be fixed

I don't have to deal with the voices in thoughts, the blurring reality and feeling displaced

I can never be one in society

I don't learn

I am just there and people speak a language I don't understand

But for them to hear me, I have to scream in a language I don't know

I scream louder than I should, it makes my vocal chords burn and tangle all together

But what can a simple and lost soul do when everyone else are screaming and barely hear me

Forced to act like them, wear proper clothes, smile properly, give proper greetings and say proper words

Glares for saying the wrong things

I can't even say I'm sorry

If I could just project my thoughts to another, then they'd see who I am

They'd see how much my mind can sometimes be brilliant

They'd hear me speak my native language, thinking

They'd know how I'm doing and understand

They'd hear what I really meant

If I could show you my mind

I wouldn't live in constant frustration of words that will always be left unspoken