I feel a little alone when I look in the mirror.
I would like to think everyone has these thoughts
but if I look at myself
I wouldn’t believe I have them either.
either way, they’re of little comfort.
they run rampant like errant children as I try and gather them.
I’m happy you listen.
I’m happy when you talk,
if you could see, it’d look like they all circle around your voice.
you’re the new kid and they haven’t heard your stories