i've noticed.
even when i'm with my friends.
(i don't feel like i should call them that)
even when i'm in a crowd of people.
i've noticed.
i never feel like i belong.
i never feel like i fit in.
i always feel like an outcast.
i always feel so alone.
i've noticed.
when everyone is laughing,
when everyone is having a good time,
i've noticed.
it's like i'm not really there.
it's like i don't really exist.
it's like i'm floating in an endless void.
i don't know why i feel like this.
i don't know why things are like this.
all i know is that everyday,
i've noticed.
i've noticed.
oh, how i've noticed.
YOU ARE READING
the book of poems
Poetrythis isn't poetry. its just a compilation of words that are organized into stanzas. this isn't poetry. it's just some of the thoughts that swirl around my head. this isn't poetry. this isn't meant to be read.
