How did I get here?
Everything’s wrong.
I wait and I listen—
It’s not the right song
The people pass by
With their laughter and bliss,
Not even knowing
That something’s amiss.
They aren’t looking—
Don’t know that I’m here.
I would call out,
But they wouldn’t hear.
Instead, they pass by,
Like nothing is wrong,
The world keeps on playing
The same… old… song.
This poem was originally written June 1, 2015.