Category : Poems
Sub Category : N/A
I often find myself over thinking.
Creating more issues than solutions.
No matter how high I hold my head, I find myself at the lowest point once again.
It feels like an all time low.
I have many things to ponder about, to let them spew their venom within my blood.
My missing connection.
The others looking upon me as a mere dust particle.
The facility offering little sanctuary for my troubles.
My long struggle all year to form bonds, bonds that I will cherish so dearly.
Socializing is not my forte, nor is it something I do often.
In fact, from the start of middle school, socializing seemed much simplier.
You walk onwards to someone and introduce yourself and such.
As I grew older, such a thing became rare, I had grown a strong bond to silence.
Yet, at this current facility, interaction on such a level seems all but a suicide mission for myself.
What if I am taunted?
What must I do then?
What must I do when I am the target of cruelty, of countless taunts, of bad memories at the facility.
All these questions, I ponder long and hard over.
Yet, even so, the answer is well out of my view.