Glass Wall

Glass Wall

I’m not human.

I know that’s ridiculous;

I know I have a human body.

But when I talk to others, there’s a

glass wall

so we’re separate,

like a window at a zoo.

Am I the one in the cage?

And I scream

and I throw myself against the glass

over and over

trying to break it

trying to belong

but it doesn’t make a difference.

They think I’m weird. I can tell.

Weird and different and other.

Not one of them.

 

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