A Student’s Solitude

Solitude is like being the ghost in the crowd.
Screaming, Screeching, Shouting,
desperate to be heard.
Yet, my words seem to also be translucent and transparent.

What does it take to be noticed?
What does it take to make them see
that I am just as good as them,
just as smart,
just as talented,
just as qualified for the job of life?

What gives them the right to disregard me?
To treat me like week old milk?
To walk past me like I was a mutt at the pound that gets passed up for the puppies?
To declare me as someone undeserving of compassion and care?

Tell me,
What is wrong with me?
Tell me,
What can I change?
Tell me,
How can I make you happy?
Because that’s what it’s all about right?

Well I am tired of living my life for you!
I’m tired of trying to fit in!
I’m tired changing who I am!

So I have decided,
if you don’t like me,
and you have a good reason.
I will respect you.
But if you just dislike me simply because I’m quiet,
Then I’ll say “Right back at ya!”