My mom asked,
Why no friends?
I said,
I just don’t like talking.

But deep down,
I know they think I’m weird.
They ignore me.
I don’t fit.

I used to feel broken.
Left out.
Unheard.

Now,
I love myself.
Even if they call it selfish.
Even if it’s hard.

I’ve found peace
In being alone—
Not lonely,
Just me.