Alone

Author's note: this poem was written by me, Twist, a thirteen year old, when I attended the camp SEEQ. It is copyrighted to me. Absolutely no infringement, copying, or using my words in ANY way. No loopholes. Anyone who violates this will be given a fine to pay and/or severely punished.

I walk alone

in a crowd of friends

with not an ally.

They are paired up

talking and laughing

No one looks at me.

What expression do I wear on my face?

What seems to keep them away

like reversed polarities?

I walk alone

in a crowd of strangers

who do not know me.