Solitude Has Pulled Up a Chair
i am becoming the misfit
that i always feared
solitude has pulled up a chair
and lent forwards, just to be near
it asks me, why do i cry
and as i tell them
they do not even dab my eyes
no one can see what i see
no one seems to feel what i feel
is this the definition of insanity
or is this what it means to be real?
i am becoming the misfit
that i always feared
as i struggle with social order
with acceptable boundaries
and social borders
as i draw away,
at least i am not on my own
though it must be said,
it never truly stops me feeling alone
how i join the others
the misfit i always feared
a lone voice, with lone tears
James Garratt — March 2004
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Solitude Has Pulled Up a Chair- Written March 2004 (Aged 29)
