Category : Poems

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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?

Laughed at?

Talked about?

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.