Rumbles of conversation play through my head
like a television left on overnight.
I'm there but I'm not
I always rest a little on the outside.
People laugh together, hug like family
A wall is around my mind, brick and mortar
yet not detected unless felt like the unseen wind of an empty prairie.
Those who press against it sometimes open a window but rarely a door.
I am the black sheep who dusts her fleece white
but cannot conceal the heartache of never quite belonging.
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