The Next Page February 2013 | Page 7

I’ve always felt so separated from the world.

Never was much attention paid to me…a small, insignificant girl

I wait while the universe passes me by

Under the weight of society’s watchful eyes

Living in this room made of glass

Watching them live…like some TV show cast.

Drama, action, violence and gore

Day-by-day my longing screams for more

Yearning, craving hope to arrive on Earth’s corrupt shore

I can’t help lose the belief that there was something to hope for

My heart is filled with desperation

I can’t shake this isolation

Measured by man’s casting of stones

At someone who feels they’re all alone

No amount of soul can save me

Scathed by my attempts to break free

Though, what lies in truth? There’s nothing left in what you see

I know what I am, so please…Don’t look at me.

Elsie Alvarez

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