Just Some Words | Poetry

Who I Am

You don't know me,

you know my name and face,

but do you really know me,

what makes my insides leap?

I stand alone.

Does anyone notice me?

Isolated and afraid of the humans,

I don't know if I want to stay here.

Looking out at the room,

all the humans seem happy.

Am I not one too?

Allow them to laugh,

allow them to do their thing,

I am not apart of it.

Maybe one will allow me in,

to feel wanted.

Or maybe just pretend,

I don't know if I'd be able to tell.

The ignorant bliss seems desirable,

but I think I decided a while ago.

It's not for me.

And I am not noticed.

Like always.

Is it really how I like it?

How are you meant to know me,

when I'm not sure if I really know myself.

I seem to be in a constant state of contradiction.

I want to explore,

the greatest heights,

the bluest seas.

But I am afraid.

Mostly afraid of the people.

The ones that glance,

the ones that whisper,

the ones for a moment that notice my existence,

but then I seem to disappear again.

Back to where I belong.

The Shadows.

It scares me.

But people scare me even more.