Sometimes I have believed
I don’t belong
here— I mean
it’s not just
the American insanities
but everywhere: the sense
of having been left
on Earth
with no explanation—
a mouse dropped in a maze
—Tim Seibles, from "Something Like We Did IV" (Poetry, September 2023)
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I wish I was special
You’re so fucking special
But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here….
🖤
But he’s here with me…
Longing can be torture. Oh, Severus….
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The song creep by radiohead has like permanently altered my brain every time the word creep or weirdo is mentioned I always have to respond with “but I’m a creep I’m a weirdo”.
And when there’s like a random person or character one of the first things that pops into my mind is “omg what if they performed creep by radiohead that would be crazyy”
And whenever something bad happens I have to stop myself from singing “you’re just like an angel your skin makes me cry” aaagh and this happens every day help
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I have lots of friends, but I'm probably a terrible friend to all of them, even my family. I wouldn't be surprised if I found myself with no friends later on in life. My friends become my enemies.
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It’s okay.
I keep telling myself this whenever I see those legs walking, with no space in between the two or three pairs. It’s okay. I don’t belong there anyway. There is no space for me. So I’ll just walk behind them.
It’s okay. Even though we are friends hanging out with each other. Even though we are a family going out for lunch. I don’t belong there. I shouldn’t walk next to them or between them. I’ll block the road anyway.
They are having a conversation while we walk. I don’t know what they are talking about. Because I’m behind them. I can’t hear what they are saying. I don’t have to anyway. It’s unnecessary for me to join the conversation.
Because I don’t matter. We are friends, we are a family, but those are just terms describing this relationship. These words are used not because they represent the relationship, but simply because they are the closest to what links us together. What makes them bring me together, on the streets, to the restaurant.
So I stay silent. I don’t try to join their conversation. I don’t walk beside them. I don’t bash into the narrow gap between them. There is no space. Not for me.
It’s okay. It’s alright. I understand. As long as you guys are happy. I shouldn’t interrupt. Even though we know each other. Even though we are together.
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me, moving into every phase of my life: there is nothing for you here
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