Why must the people around me
view me with no depth
I feel hollow
a two-dimensional being
living in the wrong plane
I feel no gravity
my face has no expression
my words have no meaning

Why must people
disregard
my feelings
my life

Am I real?
I wonder
if I am a piece of paper

I stand inside
indefinite grounds

I live in a black and white
world

my color stripped away

leaving me
in a realm
of all year long
winter reign