The Division

I've had many times in my life where friends, family, etc, have felt that there is something off with me. I still struggle with understanding why they feel so strangely. Free verse poem.

On certain days at certain times,

This familiar feeling

And these known thoughts begin to surface

There is this emptiness,

loneliness,

This immense gap that exists

Between myself and the rest of humanity

Was I birthed wrong?

Did my mind do something it shouldn't?

Where- when did this division begin?

I know it has always been present

The people I love,

They notice this division,

It bothers them

It causes all of our skin to crawl

People prod and question me 

I feel like an ugly bug under a microscope

Being plucked and pulled apart until nothing is left

They can't exactly find the piece in my body that makes me so.

Is it childish to feel misunderstood?

To feel in your bones that there's not a single stone in the wood?

I don't think people understand the essence of me, well.

I don't understand what is so strange about myself?

On certain days and certain times,

This familiar feeling 

These familiar thoughts begin to surface

This great division that consumes me

This great division that is me

Reminds me that I will be and always have been different.