Fringe Dweller

I walk through packed crowds of strangers faces;
Smiling, laughing; a sea of grins,
I painfully go through the motions,
Desperately trying to (appear to) fit in.

There is always this distance, I feel disconnected,
From the world, from you, from myself,
Like a faulty car waiting for a recall,
The longer I go the more pieces fall off

And the people I finally do connect to
End up rejecting, neglecting, and mocking me,
Like I am just a distraction, a practical joke,
The victim of a prank on a candid camera show

Maybe it is time for me to go home
So I can feel all alone when I AM all alone
Instead of when I'm surrounded by strangers,
Some of which I regard as dear friends.

These thoughts and feelings are more a reflection of me than them.