Some days, I think I am an alien. Okay, not like a FOR REAL outer space alien, but I just feel so different.
My thoughts don’t seem to align with those I am around. My feelings are met with confusion and dismay, leading me to believe that they just aren’t valid. My words… oh, my words… either fall on deaf ears or become so jumbled up, that silence is my best option. An alien, out of my element.
Other days, I’m alright and get along just fine in this world.
Today, I’m an alien.