The House, the Room, the Door

They put me in a house

move me every two years

and surrounded me with adults.

Filled the house with girls

then sheltered me from the world.

 

Now they expect different

want me to experience life,

communicate with people my age,

see the opposite sex as normal,

and be friendly and social.

 

But I'm not that way, I'm withdrawn from reality.

I find my age group annoying and idiotic.

The other sex frightens, confuses, and intrigues me

and I prefer sitting alone in my sheltered little room.

 

In that house, they put me

and moved me every two years,

surrounded by adults,

and filled with girls.

Then placed in my sheltered little room.

 

But the door to my room is open

and so is the window,

wide and free, asking me to explore

to become who I've never been before.

What is it like

outside that door

with every age of

boys, girls, men, women,

and people I've never met before?

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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