Shall I Begin?

Already I have found myself out of place,
all too soon,
I miss my friends,
and I can't help but feel the need to poison my lungs.
This unfamiliar way of surroundings and events consumes me,
is this an art class or a carnival?
Everyone around me feels uncomfortable,
and pressured,
trying to smooth into this enviorment.
In the people that stand before me,
I see old friends in their eyes,
their skin has been stolen from them,
as if to trick me into comfort.
I am unsure of how to approach this,
my mind racing with questions.
Suddle conversation reeks summer stories,
and secrets that should not be shared,
but are accidentally opened with some friendly bribes.
Somehow when I look at them,
I sense the discomfort in themsevles,
and their stories.
In an odd sense this enviorment feels out of place here,
as if one day it was destroyed,
but when it was,
it was left,
untouched
by man.
There seems to be ash in the closet.
Shall I begin?
 

Author's Note

Ever felt out of place somewhere?

Reviews

[Vanessa]

Don't worry love. Look at how far you've come.
You've been qquite enjoying yourself where you're at, as you've shared.
And no matter where you go, I'll always be here when you come back :)

[Emily B]

I have felt that feeling. And you described it perfectly. Excellent write. SO many stunning phrases.