rambling thoughts.

Alone.
Isolated.
Outcast.
Confused with life. Where is it taking me? What am I doing here?
They all start to talk less and less.
Ask about me less and less.
Is it me?
Uncomfortable.
Black sheep. Literally.
I can hear the sounds of feet shuffling all around me,
Yet I see no one.
I hear laughter, often my own voice included
But I neither see nor feel anyone.
I miss comfort.
Security.
Knowledge and understanding.
My security blanket.
My comfort.
The routine? The know?
The way even when things are difficult,
I know everything else around me is the same.
I hear the shuffling of feet.
But they are farther away.
I feel the muscles in the corner of my mouth twitch.
Its too hard to make a smile.
Instead my eyes rapidly blink.
Avoiding the unavoidable.
I don't know how to fit in.
No one.
Lost.
Alone.