You may accuse me
of not liking people.
That’s not true, exactly.
I ‘m just not comfortable with humans.
Through no fault of their own,
people drain me.
I sometimes wish
it were otherwise,
but on the other hand,
I don’t mind that it isn’t.
I’m fine as I am.
I will not harsh on myself
for not being bothered by
my solitary orientation.
There is nothing wrong with me
for being inwardly guided and self sufficient.
Though a party of one
is the smallest minority possible,
I know I am not alone.
There are many more
of us than we imagine —
and we never have to meet
to feel for each other.
Newfound Lake,
6/29
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