August 20, 2009
By Anujan Jeevaprakash BRONZE, Irvine, California
Anujan Jeevaprakash BRONZE, Irvine, California
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I stand alone in the corner of my room,
My eyes look through the clear, frozen glass.
My heart feels like a shattered moon,
My motionless brain seems so crass.

I watch as people walk past me,
Giggling, laughing, having a good time.
My body seems alone, no one listens to my plea,
Words that are as valuable as a dime.

I feel different, I feel so odd,
People look at me like someone from Mars.
My hope of happiness seems like a plunging rod,
My life feels like it has been put behind bars.

When will I see the ray of hope?
When will I be accepted by this nation?
Perhaps it is my destiny to be tied by rope,
No, it it a symbol of utter isolation.

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