So here I sit
In this sea of voices that blend together like paint on canvas.
I catch bits,
but most of it slides by without my acknowledgment.
I feel lonely,
Unwanted,
Out of touch with this reality.
How can I find a place for myself,
A niche to fit into?
I'm not sure how, but I'll find it.
I'm used to this isolated feeling.
The coldness that seems to grip its razor sharp nails into my soul.
But I don't mean to be so morbid,
As if not a bit of warmth courses through my body.
There is a better side of me,
It's just not the side I choose to show in print.
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