Poems

I stand in a room, Hands intertwined with those around me, They welcome me, smile vividly, Yet their hands are cold to the touch. I feel their eyes on me, Judgement seeping out, I know they’re trying to accept me, Yet they can’t accept what they fail to understand. When their eyes meet mine, all they can see is the reflection, The saudade, melancholy, The mania, euphoria, The blend of dual emotions I’ve become, They don’t understand, nor do they want to. I’m a mystery in thei