Staged

Here..

I sit down

In an empty room

White walls

Stare at me

A window

A desk

A small bed near a closet

I get up and walk

Toward the window

Nothing but trees

Trees and rain

My mountains are gone

Left on the other side

Of the country

And I'm

Here.

 

People look at me

Take in my strange appearance

I'm out of place

I don't belong

Curly blond hair

Shoved into a messy ponytail

Freckled nose

Dull green eyes

I laugh louder than they do

I'm not that good at sports

I sing and I dance

But they don't care about that

Its like

I'm from a different world

And I might as well be

When I'm

Here.

 

Mom has friends from church

Dad has friends from work

Charles has friends from basketball

I have no friends at all

 

To alone

To shed a single tear

So alone

When I'm here.