When your alone
the page stairs at you
the fear creeps back
reminding you,
your alone
no one knows,
the pain inside
just wanting to
meet one who
understands what
its like to be tagged,
and to be the only one
with the tag,
some genetic mutation
not inherited
in a sea of people
you
the mutation
almost like your
a science project
gone bad.
The stares
the words
mutation
science
project
fear
all blending into
one word
not remembering
all that is said
forgetting the
important words
conversations
slipping
not remembering
lost.