I look at people
just feet away
and yet they seem
as if behind a TV
screen

they laugh, they
cry, they walk
all without notice
of my wide-eyed
stare

I know I exist
but in their
actions you
could not
guess it

I’ve asked before,
what is my detachment
from the world all around
me?

sometimes I answer:
it’s all their fault

but every once in a while,
I am reminded I am wrong

when sitting there,
with my wide-eyed stare,
somebody says to me,
“hello!”

and sometimes I reply,

sometimes.

then I ask myself again;
why?

and I answer:
it’s all my
fault