People walk by me,
like I am a ghost.
Or they act like they don't see,
that hurts the most.

I wonder,
Is it this society,
or is it me?

I'm now questioning,
what I saw the past year,
when people were listening.

They were just polite,
smiling and wishing me goodnight.

I was blind,
not to sense,
and to find,
the invisible fence.

Well, alone I am now,
trying to figure out how.
To adapt and change,
becoming less strange.

But still I wonder,
Is it this society,
or is it me?