I tired of the awkwardness,
feeling hurt,
scarred,
alone.

Because that's how I feel,
no matter who I am with.

A room full of friends,
or strangers.

It doesn't matter.

I am not treated any differently.
Sometimes I am treated better by
those I don't know.

Maybe it's because
they don't know me yet.

The bridges I have,
I try to keep.
But they eventually burn.

I guess the issue is me,
since bridges seem to burn
all the time.

If they aren't burnt yet,
they are on the cusp of starting.