Alien

It’s happening again. I want to run. I want to hide. I don’t want to participate.

Before, I felt as if I didn’t belong. Looked to belong, but only felt that I was imposing. Tonight I realized maybe I don’t want to fit in… at least not there.

It’s a different stage but it’s the same play, always the same play. Just wanting to observe without being seen, yet I am exposed and out in the open, easily spotted in the audience.

Run. Hide. You don’t belong here. Belonging. What would that even feel like to me? Would I really want that?

I think maybe I feel that I belong when I am alone.

I belong here.