extraterrestrial
I must be from another planet.
It doesn't make sense to me
How people can
Get out of bed
Excited for a day
Brush their teeth
without forcing themselves too
Not skip showering
Because the weight of the droplets
are too heavy
How does one
Go to work
And let the words others say
Not matter
Or change your whole day
I cannot fathom
How people
Don't feel the weight
On their chest
The shadow
That hugs you
And won’t let go
How people
Look at their arms
And don't need
To slice them to shreds
How people walk through life
Untouchable
Thinking therapy is
Lying on a couch
Or looking at ink blobs
Don't need pills
To keep their mind
From getting foggy
I just really don't understand
How others cant feel
This overpowering sadness
It’s like I see
A monster
No one else
Sees
And I'm fucking scared.
Like I'm living
In an alternate universe
I'm a lone traveler.
The only of my kind.
And I must wear
Their skin
As not to be caught
Exposed
For the sad piece of shit I am.
About the Creator
Joann Claude
“I'm not sure why
I have the inexplainable urge
To tell everyone I come in contact with
That I'm dying”
-a million thoughts all at once after a brief interaction with a customer at work
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