Here but not,
Fitting in, yet standing out.
Quiet, but inside a shout.
Writing with writers block.
Privacy flew out the door,
new house, colleagues and home.
I need some quiet, some sleep, some peace.
Please just leave me alone,
I can’t handle anymore.
I’m new at work, at church and in town.
I’m finding my feet whilst feeling uncertain,
please don’t stare with a frown.
Early at night I close the curtain.
Thought of doing something ‘normal’.
Went to the town’s restaurant,
just colleagues, nothing formal.
Drinking shots to uphold the front.
A guy being everything but a gentleman,
saying: ‘Look at what I’m getting drunk’
They are everywhere, trying to be a man,
but ending up a piece of junk.
Thin walls await at home,
my dog happy to see my face,
hearing the girl next door moan,
please God, grant me with Your grace.
I need to get out but I’m stuck.
Stuck listening to the girl next door,
with the boy bouncing on the floor,
I need to get out but it’s not my luck.
I have to stay here for now,
although I’m not sure how.
Tip toeing around not to make a sound,
Living in secret, not to be found.