Outlier.

Sometimes, no, all the time, I feel alone. 

I ponder if there’s a debt i was inclined to pay in my past life.

To condition my mind to believe I deserve these underlying feelings.

In a room full of people, I’m drowning in the pressure.

Do I have a presence?

Are you there?

This poem is about: 
Me

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