The Dance

Bile black mule puke.

 

Here I sit, once again,

watching life pass by in front of me,

watching complete strangers

going about their lives.

It fascinates me, the way their lives intertwine,

friends meeting up, to share some time,

strangers meeting, and parting as friends,

all in an intricate ballet.

How I long to join their dance,

to just have a simple conversation,

or hear a kind word.

They make it seem so simple,

as effortless as breathing,

but try as I might

I cannot do it.

How do they know what to say?

How do they know what is proper to do?

I have never been sure myself,

and I live in fear of making a mistake,

of embarrassing myself,

or making myself unwanted.

So I sit outside of life,

a voyeur, watching

but not participating.

It simplifies my life,

but leaves it empty, cold.

I have tried before,

tried to join in,

but it never works

for more than a moment or two.

I start out well enough, I suppose,

but then I say something,

and my words echo in my mind,

sounding more stupid with each repetition.

Not that anyone else calls me stupid,

they are seldom that rude,

but I cannot help feeling

like they are laughing at me, inside.

And so I remain, outcast, unwanted,

even if that is not the case.

Watching, but not partaking,

wishing, but not acting,

frightened and alone.

Reviews

[Fear Corrupts!]

Hmm...
Really, I know that you've probably heard this many times before, but - you're not alone!
I'm sure that almost every teenager in North America can relate to this poem, or could have at one point.
Everyone doubts themselves, everyone is unsure of what to say at times, everyone feels excluded or less important. But....
What the thing to do is , if you don't feel like you're being accepted, or you feel ashamed or embarrassed when you say what you feel, is just FORGET ABOUT IT, DON'T SWEAT IT. Let it roll off shoulders, trust me no one is anaylizing your every word, your every move, no one is critizing your every word, every move, only YOU are...& that's the problem.
You will really feel much better if you just be yourself, allow yourself to say/think/be how you are, how you want to be - if you act yourself, you will feel more unique, therefore you will feel like you have a place of your own in this world.

Hun, sitting around & watching your life pass by is a drag, & you will regret not doing anything about it someday- trust me.

This is a very good piece of work, a very true poem.
The flow is great, and words are perfect.
Thanks for sharing.

P.S.- Sorry for writing you a story as a review :P
I got a little carried away.

{ Fear Corrupts! ]