The Things Inside

Unseen

As I walk
Down the busy street,
I've never felt more alone.
All these people
Surrounding me,
Passing me by.
I know no one;
No one knows me.

They all move with purpose,
Seeming to glide through life with ease.
I feel like a top,
Spinning in circles,
No purpose to speak of.
I don't know what to do,
To think,
To speak.
I don't know how to act,
To interact,
With them.
They just continue by,
Never paying me any mind.

It's been like this my whole life.
One would think I'd be used to this feeling
But no matter what is said
Loneliness isn't something anyone gets used to.
I've tried to change,
To mix and mingle.
But my inexperience shines through
And I am found wanting.
They don't notice
But the judgement from them cuts deep.
They don't see the pain
Because in their eyes I'm not alone.
In their eyes I'm surrounded by people,
By friends.
But I'm not known to anyone.
No one knows who I am.
They don't see me.

I'm in this world full of people
And surrounded on all sides
And I remain unseen.

They say I'm an individual,
That i'm unique and stand out.
They say people notice me for who I am
But the loneliness is ever present.
In this world of uniform
Those who blend in,
Who follow the norm,
They are viewed with awe.
We who break pattern are shunned
And they pass,
Pretending to to see.
We're left behind and ignored.
Fitting in isn't an option
Because we stand out
And still I am unseen.