These People

These People short poem

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It appears that I am surrounded.
By so many people around me.
They laugh, and they smile.
I cannot figure out why
I am not doing the same.

They all look so happy.
But every time I am
around these people
I feel as if they are
staring into my soul.

I feel as if they are judging me.
Waiting for me to make one
wrong move, to prove to them
that I am not capable of acting
as a civilized human should.

They laugh, and they smile.
But something inside of me
wrongfully tells me that
the cruel joke is on me.

“Shut up,” I tell it.
That’s not true.

But do I really
know that?

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boredasheaven n

this is really cool 🙂 I sure can relate

Kenneth Miller

I just logged onto highonpoems for the first time in two weeks and this is the first poem I opened

thanks for sharing.
I think I am going to immerse myself in for a little while.

I saw two plays this week, The River, and Playboy of the Western World… they both hit on themes that get shared a lot here at
themes that this poem and many others seem to touch

thanks for sharing

Randall Smith

Well done, I understand you completely. I wrote a poem, “Hello” and it shows the same feelings. I really think most poets are different and often alone. You did well and looking forward to seeing more of your works.


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