I can’t seem to walk;
Only my head seems to work
With thoughts revolving like a clock
Culminating into a migrain stock.
It shouldn’t have come as a shock
I should have smelt it from a block
But with my head against an imaginary glock,
I couldn’t pry the locks.
I’m caught in a slippery mockery
And if anything,
I’m now fully aware of my Southern boundary
The area of all things dry and sundry.
Or maybe I’m not
But i sure feel the rot
And the smirk their faces cut
Everytime I smile innocently at them
Knowing fully well I’m playing the fool.
I cut a lonely figure,
Forlorn and withdrawn
I keep telling myself I’m not a bore
But I only find solitude in your company.
Quickened heart beats and heightened pulse,
It’s impossible to put these thoughts on pause
The thoughts of their pitied thoughts
And of a knowledge they think I don’t share.
I try to be warm and friendly
But beneath their forced smiles and gestures
I can smell the obscure giggles and chuckles-
“He thinks he’s the only one.”