You see me alone in the halls, at lunch, in class.
I don’t laugh, giggle, flirt, talk, whisper.
“The loner kid” you call me.

But, do you bother to ask why?

“Hey, kid, why don’t you have any friends?”

If just one of you, just one, took the time to ask, I’d speak more words than you’d ever heard.

Maybe I don’t talk because it’s too hard. Too hard to make friends, start over, let go. Maybe I don’t talk because it’ll be easier next time I have to leave. I’m sick and tired of starting over.

Sick and tired of moving, from state to country to continent. From Pennsylvania, to Wisconsin, to Michigan, to Germany, and on, and on. Next time it won’t be so hard. I won’t miss anything because there was nothing I liked.

I’m tired of realizing the ones I poured my hearts out to didn’t care. I try not to get attached so next time I don’t have to cry because there won’t be any pain. Yet, you all go about your lives. Not caring, wondering, bothering.

If just one of you took the time to ask….
Why?