The Wall I Can See Through
I stand on one side
Peering through a wall
Beyond which a party is happening.
It’s a wall I can’t climb over,
Walk around nor crawl under.
I see you having a good time
You interact with others
You are out on the dance floor
While I struggle to find a way.
Even if I could get to the other side
I’m lost as to what I might do.
I stare feeling worse by the minute
As around me, the party goes no.
It’s normal for me to stand alone
I don’t have the skills to communicate as you do.
It’s easier to sit alone and pretend to be interested
As approaches to strike up conversation
End in excuses being made
I resign myself to feeling inadequate
My segregation saving me embarrassment.
I stand on my side of the wall
Looking through, not knowing
What I might do,
If I find the other side.