My face hurts from smiling more than usual.
The smile that is just a turn of lips,
It's the brute force of the urge to fit in,
not happiness which drives it.
I sit there watching people speak
I watch people speak
What about listening?
The voices turn into a scene,
a scene and I watch sitting there,
a scene in which I don’t fit in.
I turn to something else.
The buzzing on my phone.
Well, hopefully, that turns into something more.
Where I listen and a true smile is born.
Behind a screen too,
it turns into a scene.
I watch and watch as the texts float in.
Yet again, I watch the pretty scene,
where I don't belong,
where I don't fit in
What does a puzzle be like
, without a piece?
An empty space?
But in my case,
there is nowhere to be placed.
Maybe I'm the extra one,
which was packed just in case.
Till then, I watch the scene
and the smile never leaves my face.
SURELY FEELING AMAZING
I LOVE YOU