Difference

Sometimes I
feel
-and I hate it.

Sometimes I
recognize
-and it eats away at me.

Sometimes I am beyond
sick
of myself and all that I am,
all the damage I have caused
-and lived through.



Sometimes I am
overwhelmed
-and it swallows me.

Sometimes I am
alone
-and its suffocating.

Sometimes I become
aware
of how unlike everyone else I am,
how different and disconnected
-and it brings further isolation.



Sometimes I
reach
-and you miss it.

Sometimes I
scream
-and you aren't listening.

Sometimes I clearly
understand
that I am from a different world and
I am not a part of you or your world
-and it hurts me.