Different (a poem)

The other day I was ricocheting slowly

off the blue walls of the room,

Wondering if I would ever be like them.

I walk differently, talk differently, think differently,

but most of all, I feel differently than they do.

I recall the fact that this style of wondering

started a long time ago.

I knew when I was about five

that  I would never be the same,

I would never fully belong.

As I sit on this bus, pondering the force,

that causes me to be an outcast,

I hear the conversations and the joyful

laughing of the other girls,

the ones that I will never be like.

I start to shiver and feel alone,

for they never seem to notice me

when starting their pointless conversations.

Oh, how I long to be included,

if only for a second.

by Jae Hagar