From The Outside

Here I sit

On my red duffel bag,

Watching them laugh at an inside joke.

Or maybe an outside joke that doesn’t involve me �"

It makes no difference.

 

Here I walk

Through a run down shopping mall,

Wandering near the revolving door entrance because I’ve lost the group.

Or they’ve lost me �"

Maybe it does make a difference.

I browse booths of obnoxious hair bows,

Of cheap jewelry and useless trinkets

Deciding whether or not I’m glad to be alone.

Alone may be lonely, but at least I belong in my own company,

On a break from observation,

Entrenched in solo participation.

 

Here I sit

In a car full of friends? Acquaintances?

Passenger seat, headphones on,

Listening to my weird music, writing weird things,

Thinking thoughts that only I can understand.

I imagine reading this aloud to the car and shudder.

 

Here I stand alone

Reviews

[Stephen]

Well......this is a good way to express yourself. When I feel alone, I write and it does make me feel better. I really enjoyed the poem.