Have you ever been in a room,
the same room five days a week?
Filled with hustle and bustle,
and no one recognizes your presence.

At least that’s what it feels like.

They say “don’t isolate”,
yet they shut you out.
They say, “pick up your spirit”,
yet they snatch away your good mood.

At least that’s what it feels like.

I can’t remember!
When was the last time I felt invisible?
Don’t need to remember,
it’s happening now.

At least that’s what it feels like.

They have secret conversations,
in other rooms,
I hear them clearly, until they start to whisper.
They are afriad of what I might hear?

At least that’s what it feels like.

Are they discussing me?
Are they discussing things
that I too am involved in,
but they don’t want me to be?

At least that’s what it feels like.

They converse daliy and often in front of me,
conversations I could never be a part of.
Do they not see their rudeness?
Do they not recognize what they are doing?

At least that’s what it feels like.

They laugh at things,
that I don’t find funny,
They talk about the common places they go,
that I’m not welcomed at.

At least that’s what it feels like.

They don’t seem to care,
or they pretend to not notice me.
I’m the odd man out.
Yet, I stand out tremendously.

At least that’s what it feels like.

Remember Sesame Street?
“One of these things are not
like the others, one of these things
just doesn’t belong”.  That’s me.

At least that’s what it feels like.

One makes comments that are
sometimes rude or vulgar,
The other laughs as if that
was The funniest thing said ever.

At least that’s what it feels like.

The life they’ve lived,
I can’t say I have.
The life I’ve lived,
I know they haven’t.

At least that’s what it feels like.

I thought our differences,
showed we are more alike than not,
or maybe I’m just jealous
that I’m not “one of them”.

At least that’s what it feels like.

Do I say anything?
Or do I keep it bottled up?
I might need to express myself.
or I might lose my cool and explode.

At least that’s what it feels like.

I’m done!!