Being a silent observer, moving through places and meetings,
The people’s behaviour is surprisingly strange to me,
Their attempt at humourous remarks has everyone bursting in what seems like pretentious laughter;
Some of them even so loud that it causes my head to spin.
There is this almost pact-like tendency between the adults;
This kind of symbiotic relationship;
This ‘need’ for self-attainment;
A mutual agreement to comfort each others’ delusional co-existence.
They create this unheard, unseen ‘agreement’ to fulfil the illusion so as not to step outside the bounds of normalcy.
Whereas I stand out but yet I am not in the spotlight;
I am quiet in their noise;
Expressionless amid their hysterical posturing,
Sometimes, I feel like I am not even here.