at the circle <br />which is so enticing <br />to be part <br />of those inside <br />it, i try to look <br />like one of them <br />as i arrange the <br />fold of my hair <br />put saliva on <br />my hand <br />to put some <br />gloss on my <br />skin and forehead <br /> <br />they all laugh <br />and i am too dumb <br />to understand <br />the reason why <br />they are all laughing <br /> <br />they say <br />it is funny <br />that i am funny <br />and i try to laugh <br />with them <br />in order to feel <br />that i belong <br /> <br />they continue laughing <br />and i begin to think <br />that they must be drunk <br />and i am the only <br />one sober <br /> <br />quite a positive attitude <br />to keep my <br />confidence <br />but no <br />they still keep on <br />laughing <br />and they they do <br />not even know my name <br />they're not interested <br />or if they are <br />only among themselves <br />in their own <br />witty world as i <br />think again and step <br />out from their <br />demarcations <br /> <br />and then <br />i smile going back <br />home <br />my own place <br />here with my own <br />limited confidences.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-circle/
