Displaced

I find myself displaced in a world full of love. I’m bewildered by my whereabouts.

I have those I know and strangers inquire, “How are you?” and my genuine heart whispers, “Dejected.”

My lips lack a smile that upon a time was unending. A man declared to me, “Your gaze is so intense.”

“My apologizes.”

“No, your eyes are very beautiful and mesmerizing.”

I speculate whether these inhabitants surrounding me can see the truth in my gaze, in the haze of my eyes.

Am I on autopilot? Just navigating through my day, helping those who need it until I’m alone.

Introspection sets in and the glut of throbbing torture slithers in and the cold sweats emerge.

I’m petrified of what is.