Alone yet immersed in the middle of a crowd,
as if watching a reality show.
All these people murmuring words,
and I can’t seem to catch up fast enough.
Watching them from an intangible looking glass,
amazed at how amused they are with themselves.
They talk to me;
I try my best to come up with jokes,
afraid that they would ask if I am alright.
They chat among themselves;
I try my best to look interested,
but can’t help feeling out of place.
Trying to fit myself
into a mold I don’t belong.
Trying to wake myself up
into surreal reality.
Because reality is my prison, and dream the only escape.
06 AUGUST 2016, 09:44 pm