Poem -

Fitting in

Fitting in

I’m still in a world of movement
Blurry images pass me by
Walks of intention
Runs of desperation

I sit and watch them pass
Wondering if I too will be like that one day

I stand, hoping to join 
But I’m pushed back down
A harsh push
An unwanted glance 

Do I not belong?
The world seems so cruel 
Yet I long to be a part of it 

I sigh

Across from me
Through the blur of people
Sits someone else

Our lonely eyes meet
Unheard words are exchanged through our gazes

We are no longer alone

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Mai B

I feel this so often, maybe I'm the person meeting your stare! 
Lovely piece and choice of image (: